Central Perfect

I woke up today, a perfect fall day, and was determined to head straight to Central Park. I wanted to have a taste of what I used to experience every day in Bloomington, fresh air and seasons changing. I used to relish my twenty minute walks to class, skipping through falling leaves, sliding through 4 inch snow, and gazing at blooming flowers. Now I see dirty pavement, sky scrapers, and homeless people no matter where I go.

Alone, a little chilled, I sat on a rock in Sheep Meadow. I watched children frolicking, couples picnic-ing, people marrying, and more. I drew for an hour or so and listened to music. It was during this time that I put together what would be my perfect Sunday afternoon. I decided to share it with you in hopes that one day it will become a reality....

I will wake up to a crisp fall or spring day, with a bright and sunny sky. There will be a lover by my side, and we will venture to brunch with or without friends. I will inevitably be eating near the East Village, so a short wander to markets or stores will be in order. The afternoon will be spent picking up wine, cheese, bread, and whatever else takes our fancy before heading to Central Park. At the park I will be met by a group of friends hanging out and listening to music. Then, right as I am heading home, my lover will accompany me for a hot chocolate and good night kiss.

I can dream, right?...