The light was unimaginably perfect tonight. Wish I had brought my camera. The park was bathed in gold.
A man played his guitar for some children who draped themselves over concrete benches while nearby girls preened long tendrils of hair and smoked cigarettes on the lawn. Sandals and dresses and ice cream cones and dogs on leashes and a pace that reminds me it is June.
Lovely.
Someday I would love to come see you in this lovely place. :)
ReplyDeleteOh I'm so jealous - I love Central Park when it's like that! Can just SEE it!
ReplyDeleteYou never fail to make me smile :]
ReplyDeleteyou are such a romantic.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you write!
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Brett
I'm terribly romantic. I've been told overly romantic actually... but, I figure, no real harm in this. There are worse qualities.... ;-)
ReplyDeleteromantic? YOU? nah... ;)
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