Tuesday, December 16, 2008


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.


OHN said...

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.

Dr. Deb said...

How beautiful!

ellesu said...

Well, it sounds lovely -- the tree, the park, the city. Isn't it interesting how we can become connected to the land?

Terry at Blue Kitchen said...

What a lovely moment, evi. Big pangs of New York longing from my snowy corner of Chicago.

jodi said...

You live in a beautiful spot and I bet that the snow makes it more magical.

Anonymous said...

Very beautiful--I love TSP like a person too--Happy Holidays.