Last rays of the sun

hitting the St.Johns Bridge. We were on our way home and despite an eventful day had no blips,, so we ducked under the bridge for a short walk. 
Earlier we attended our friends' son's piano recital. At 18 he is a very accomplished pianist, what a delight it was to hear him perform. Then we met up with some other friends and sat and talked with them for hours at their neighborhood hang-out.
No sign of the fawn. The mother hides her in the tall grass, then goes out on her own to eat.