Part 071 · ~1 min read

Central Park is one of my favourite places in New York. I could spend a week here and stay in Central Park every day. I love it and don’t skip a day without visiting it and having a jog. This morning was not a day like the others, though. A profound sense of guilt took possession of me while I ran and breathed the smell of freshly cut grass. It was not grass that was cut, it was last night storm that took a token from this beautiful spot in the middle of the Manhattan asphalt jungle. Dozens of trees were eradicated by the strong winds, and branches were all over the ground. Sad, really sad. I went around the park walking this time as I could not face the idea of enjoying myself while the park was suffering the force of nature. You must think I am crazy to mourn for a park, well, think whatever you want, but for me, a tree is a point of reference, a certainty, and a prodigy of nature. Parks, for me, are the essence of life more than the sea or any other living soul.

See you tomorrow, Central Park!