A Walk In The Park

THIS IS THE VIEW OF THE CITY THAT I SEE ALMOST EVERY DAY. The body of water is the Reservoir, and the view is towards the West Side of Central Park. I am standing at an East Side point, having just climbed a few steps to the path, which circles the reservoir. Runners and walkers take over the path all day long, around and around. I hesitate to take this route. Usually do some stretches and stare at the incredible early morning view. I'm inspired by all the effort, and calmed by the harmony of it all.

Today there was a battle between the trees and the wind. Leaves were persistent, held fast to the branches, too early in the approaching season to let go just yet. What compares to the sound of shaking, rustling leaves? I can't quite find that music anywhere else.

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Cool at 63 degrees this morning. An early fall? We sometimes reach that temperature on a special day in the winter, and say,"My, it's hot today"! But today's 63 seems to be an entry to fall.

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I'm holding on to my pink New York Yankees cap, feels as if it will be swept off my head, become airborne. Dozens of sparrows skitter on the ground, and in the air. A fat breasted pigeon walks close to my steps, spotting a crumb. Many folks eat in the park, drop food intentionally, or by accident. The birds know that there's a never ending supply, have the nerve to walk closely to those of us who share their space. I talk to them, they don't mind. The original tweeters.

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I sit on a park bench, close to the 90th Street/ Fifth Ave. entrance. A plaque is fixed to the back of the bench, this one paying respect to the beloved Iris. Anyone can have a plaque placed on a park bench to honor a loved one, or a moment in time. I thought that I would like that sort of memorial to be placed on a bench someday for me. I could even slip some money to my friends and family to tack one up when the time comes. Then I found out how much it would be. $7500. Not so fast. Guess I'll have to count on good memories alone. I told a friend to write my name in the sand. Remember, no energy is ever lost.