I took a rare after-work bike ride this past Tuesday. I usually prefer to ride in the early hours of the morning, but this evening's ride turned out to be a real treat.
I watched the sun set over the salt marshes:
And on the waterfront, as the city wound down its day...
...someone played bagpipes out by that mysterious tower. I couldn't see the piper -- he or she must have been on the other side of the rocky neck. But the sound of those pipes spread all across the harbor. As a blimp hovered over Fenway Park off in the distance (the dot on the left)...
...and the Red Sox prepared to take on our arch-rival New York Yankees, that music seemed to be the perfect way to let this warm spring day settle into a beautiful Boston night.
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