The things that make me smile from inside
I finished my run (in a tank top...favorite outfit ever! warmth!) around the reservoir Sunday afternoon and then PCD walked to the tunes of "Break it Off" by Sean Paul and Rihanna over to the more open, grassy section of the park over by the east high 90s. It's where I spent the whole summer with George, reading back to back. The mere vision of the open grass and baseball fields in front of me was enough to make me happy.
I stopped under a big tree to stretch, which felt soooo good after my invigorating run. I knelt down on the grass to do my quads, and lowered myself down to 2nd. I reached up and over to stretch my right side, I placed my right elbow down next to my right knee, and reached up and over to the sky with my left hand while slowly turning my head up towards the sunshine. Blue sky. Sun. White clouds. Such beautiful unfamilarity in a city girl's life. It felt like the sun shined just for me.
Something about that little moment was so simple and beautiful. I stretched forward in 2nd and studied the earth under my hands. I noticed the baby little clovers that sprouted in the newly warm soil. Earth. Grass. Wind [that doesn't smell like exhaust]. I didn't want to leave my little perch.
I do wish every day could be so beautiful. When deprived of this simplicity and beauty, though, you appreciate it so much more. My Sunday was just THAT much more magical.
As non-urban as my afternoon was, my evening was equally quintessential New York. Kat took me to her favorite wine bar in Union Square and treated me to a bit of the fabulous life. Great wine, amazing cheese, fig honey, and raw almonds. Not to mention, the great company of her, her French bf, and the Turkish owner.
Really, the best way to describe the day was with one word. Beautiful.
I stopped under a big tree to stretch, which felt soooo good after my invigorating run. I knelt down on the grass to do my quads, and lowered myself down to 2nd. I reached up and over to stretch my right side, I placed my right elbow down next to my right knee, and reached up and over to the sky with my left hand while slowly turning my head up towards the sunshine. Blue sky. Sun. White clouds. Such beautiful unfamilarity in a city girl's life. It felt like the sun shined just for me.
Something about that little moment was so simple and beautiful. I stretched forward in 2nd and studied the earth under my hands. I noticed the baby little clovers that sprouted in the newly warm soil. Earth. Grass. Wind [that doesn't smell like exhaust]. I didn't want to leave my little perch.
I do wish every day could be so beautiful. When deprived of this simplicity and beauty, though, you appreciate it so much more. My Sunday was just THAT much more magical.
As non-urban as my afternoon was, my evening was equally quintessential New York. Kat took me to her favorite wine bar in Union Square and treated me to a bit of the fabulous life. Great wine, amazing cheese, fig honey, and raw almonds. Not to mention, the great company of her, her French bf, and the Turkish owner.
Really, the best way to describe the day was with one word. Beautiful.