We slept in on Saturday morning, as we had no plans or any need rush to be anywhere until the concert much later that night. The day was sunny and bright – the perfect almost-summer day in New York that looked like it might border on being too hot, but shade and a slow pace, along with frequent shop stops, would easily combat any discomfort.
We began in simple and casual fashion, the way I prefer most breakfasts in New York. A typical little Greek diner was more than enough to satisfy what we needed, then we took our time walking downtown while our meal settled. We had no destination in mind, no plan plotted out – it was just Andy and me, walking on a beautiful day, pausing as we felt like it and taking our time.
At such moments, secret places tend to open up and invite one in if you let them. Most of us are too hurried or focused on something else to realize the little nooks that New York can provide. Most of the time I’m the same way, but on this day we had the luxury of walking for the sake of walking, and taking in every possibility that floated our way. Such as these little parks. They are all over, and most are open to the public during the day. They are also mostly empty, because too many people just don’t notice or care or have the benefit of time. I knew we were the lucky ones on this day.
Roses and hydrangeas and a world of green invited us through wrought-iron gates, and respites of cool shade and tranquil quiet, buffered by leaves and tree trunks, gave us beautiful pause on our walk.
These were magical places, where flowers floated in the sky and fish swam in the stone…
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