Get dressed for a lawn, one more time

The last outdoor cultural night of August is a museum without walls: a lawn, a program, a crowd that dressed like it remembered how. Wolf Trap, a community band, a ballpark that is also a civic room — the form is the same. You leave the house. You sit with strangers. You let a thing take the time it takes.

Indoor season will be here by the time the first fall festival dispatch arrives. Score this week for still asking people to show up in person. Parking is the tax. The bug is the tax. The night is still the point. If the forecast holds, that is a complete review.

Go. The stream is a souvenir. The lawn is the night.