This morning, I did not oversleep and was immediately drawn out of bed by the quiet of an early Saturday morning (helped by the fact I live in the rear of my building). I love taking walks in the Park-especially during morning hours when the City dogs are off leash, enjoying their only hours of legal freedom. The people, too, seem happier, quieter, calmer in the mornings among the green grass and trees. I know I am. I go over now less than I used to, which is four times a week as opposed to seven. Kenny, my dog (who died last year) made sure of that. It was of benefit to both of us- and now that he's gone, I am less motivated to go daily. I need to get back in the habit again-now that my days are numbered. It's only five blocks away and it's the only time during the day that's not interrupted by my ever-buzzing Blackberry, construction vehicles, honking horns, screeching subway cars...you get the picture. I enter at 96th Street, make my way around the east meadow, head over by the tennis courts, up onto the bridal path and south to the baseball fields, past the Delacourt (Shakespeare) Theater, and looking over a pond full of turtles and a small, grey castle (Belvedere) above it. By the time I exit, I've passed under at least a few lovely bridges.
When I asked people I know from Charlotte about the parks there- they all came back with a similar answer. In a nutshell, "People don't really use the parks there like they do here. They have their backyards." Oh. What a concept.
Before I lived here, I always had yard to hang out in. I had almost forgotten what that was like...although I'm not convinced it was ever quite as cool as Central Park.
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