Watermelon aria

Another fruit-oriented post. Mr. Bromeliad and I ate nearly an entire half a watermelon last night. We ate it in the best possible way, which is to say outdoors and barehanded, where seeds are jettisoned over the railing and juice runs freely down elbows and drips on toes.

In between the slurping, we enjoyed live opera, courtesy of The Metropolitan Opera and Brooklyn Bridge Park. We listened in the best possible way, which is to say outdoors from one's balcony where the soprano notes ripple off the water and float through the trees, where birds can hear what we've got and where mundane life is for a time underscored with a dramatic soundtrack.

To create a similar experience:

• wait until evening
• open up a watermelon
• take it and your laptop outdoors
• play this clip
• spit