I am sitting on my couch writing by the light of my beautiful funkadelic, slightly slanting Christmas tree.
It is almost 11 p.m. and snow is falling gently across Tompkins Square Park.
I love that park like it's a person.
It is quiet outside, except for the sound of taxis driving by and the sound of stray voices scattered here and there.
I feel like I've slipped inside the soul of the city.
Just for a little while.
And it's blissful.
6 comments:
Oh EVI, I can feel it just by your description.
Isn't it wonderful that in a city of that size that there is a community.
How beautiful!
Well, it sounds lovely -- the tree, the park, the city. Isn't it interesting how we can become connected to the land?
What a lovely moment, evi. Big pangs of New York longing from my snowy corner of Chicago.
You live in a beautiful spot and I bet that the snow makes it more magical.
Very beautiful--I love TSP like a person too--Happy Holidays.
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