After winter storm Jonas, Central Park took on an almost carnival air with seemingly all of New York City out enjoying the snow.
But today as I walked home, the paths were mostly dry and clear, and except for the occasional jogger, I had the park to myself.
The air was clean and crisp – perfectly refreshing and conducive to feeling in the moment. (To be honest, I thought I might have even spied Buddha.)
Tomorrow’s warm forecast will probably melt the rest of the snow. I’ll be sad to see these creatures go…