Autumn
Today just before tea time I decided to relax a bit in Central Park. I chose to sit at Strawberry Fields on a bench in front of the memorial for John Lennon. As I sat there I watched the usual hippies playing music, smoking marijuana, tourists snapping pictures. During this scene the leaves, which have already taken a light shade, started falling one-by-one off the trees and blowing around onto these people. Fall seemed to be happening right in front of my eyes.
I started watching these two guys possibly a couple of years older than I, one of them holding a clipboard aimlessly going through the bundles of papers attached to it. These papers were beige colored and each piece had one word written largely on it with a sharpie marker. All different words. As I watched him flipping through the papers, I became enamored with this guy. I don't know what it was. He then stood up, walked over to the memorial, put down four pieces of paper, and walked away.
It read, "Talk to your heart."
I started watching these two guys possibly a couple of years older than I, one of them holding a clipboard aimlessly going through the bundles of papers attached to it. These papers were beige colored and each piece had one word written largely on it with a sharpie marker. All different words. As I watched him flipping through the papers, I became enamored with this guy. I don't know what it was. He then stood up, walked over to the memorial, put down four pieces of paper, and walked away.
It read, "Talk to your heart."