I walked down past the reflecting pool by the Christian Science complex, marveling at how it felt to walk among the buildings and the water during an evening in June and wondering if the breeze that moved the bottom of my dress around hinted at an approaching thunderstorm or just offered relief from the heat.

Children and college-aged kids ran about in the wading pool in the near distance shrieking and calling to each other to create the sound of a city in the summer.

I walked, dressed for the bare shoulders and open toes of the season, along streets as commuters traveled home and revelers prepared to unleash their nighttime personas. I was ready for the symphony and the nice-yet-odd sensation of being twentysomething years old and en route to seeing familiar faces performing in an unexpected sort of venue and taking in a night beneath backlit statuary.

Just a June Wednesday evening in Boston.