Friday, November 11, 2016

A Run in the Park

Just a sliver of time this morning, enough to squeeze in a run in the park. Not just any park, though. But this one.

And it felt like so many of the years that have passed did not really pass, and the me that was running, creaky-kneed, through the brisk November morning was just a breath away from the me that lived here so many years ago.

There are morning glories still blooming on the fence that borders the sheep meadow. There are the same gaggle of runners and bikers and baby carriages.

New York City is a well that never goes dry.

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