Did you ever feel like you were in a painting? I felt like that once in a Paris park--surrounded by beautiful flowers, beautiful children and a beautiful day. And I felt like that recently in New York. New York? Yes, in Central Park. It happened when my quiet Saturday evening stroll was overwhelmed by the sights of a hillside covered with thousands of runners in the Corporate Challenge, and, a bit closer, by a meandering Shakespeare troupe with its meandering audience, and by groups of picnickers with beautiful children chasing the resident waterfowl, and in the water, by a number of mallards paddling beneath the stare of a visiting egret. All framed by the graceful sweep of swaying, weeping willow trees. It was a painting and I was in it.
I'm not sure what percentage of New Yorkers leave on the weekends between July and August; I know it's not a majority, but, to my way of thinking, they've no idea what they're missing.
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I too am an empty nester, born and raised in NYC. I've never left the city, raising my children in the city that I love. It was a great experience for all, but now I have the time to once again explore the city on my own.Yes, I often feel that I'm part of that painting and landscape you describe. My work takes me to all neighborhoods throughout the city. The diversity is wonderful and astounding, each rich with uniqueness and yet sharing a thread that makes us all New Yorkers. I can't think of any other place I would rather be!
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