Sinking Sun, Beaming Lovers, Bawling Maids

That was the stuff of this evening's walk along the Schuyllkill River with my friend Lori. Our leisurely stroll was welcomingly interrupted by a vivid tangerine sun setting against a palette of electric violets and neon pinks in the sky. This captivating sight drew us to the gazebo by the Waterworks below the Philadelphia Art Museum where we stood and watched the glowing orange orb settle into the Wissahickon trees. Below to our right, a couple had ambled down to the water's edge to enjoy samesaid view. It was Lori who noticed the man kneeling on the ground while the girl began visibly hyperventilating in disbelief at her companion's words. We stared dreamily as the telltale ring box came into view and the girl screamed, "Yes!" Applause burst forth from the dozen or so bystanders and picnickers, including Lori & me. We turned to each other and exploded with insane laughter to learn that we were both streaming a deluge of tears after watching the proposal. That beguiling sun has managed to create a memory once again.