Central Park

It was like going to a three ring circus. More happening all at once than the eye could entertain and the mind could absorb.

Walking through Central Park on a 60 degree cloudless, windless day, watching as winter's hibernation ended. The carriages, horse drawn or man powered, passing by in large waves. Runners and walkers so numerous that crossing the roadway became its own challenge. The poet in the making, on the lawn typing his masterpiece, seeming like a 19th century painting come to life.

The ducks and the turtles greeting one another on the pond. The dogs welcoming this place like they were meeting up with an old friend. This was their home. We were but permitted visitors.

Winter's lethargy shaken off. The first crocus breaking through the ground.

New York City. Alive and well. Ready, in so many ways, to feel the sunshine on its back and the spring in its step.