I’m in a wide-open field where it seems like the Sun is almost always shining. It’s warm here under the trees. There are people everywhere. They’re playing Frisbee, tossing footballs, and sunbathing. Some are having a picnic and drinking a bottle or two of wine with their friends. Every now and again the cool breeze brings my way the scent of a very popular herb, transporting me to the summer of love (a time period I regret missing out on, but I really had no choice in the matter.). There are readers and writers and athletes and children with their grandparents. I even saw a man walking his cat in here one day. Skyscrapers rise in the distance just in case you lose yourself; forgetting you’re in the greatest city in the world. As I write this, a group of friends nearby are drinking beer, playing games, and screaming at each other in fierce but friendly competition. I’m unbothered. There are at least 300 people in this meadow today, and there is more than enough room for everyone. Even the little birds seem to have carved out their own little space. As I sit here in Central Park, Sheep Meadow to be exact, I’m presented with a glimpse of a better world.
The Moonlight and the Black Sea
Imagine, if you will, you are driving to a beach house. As you arrive you drive up the narrow gravel road and see a marvelous house in the distance. It’s a perfect sunny July afternoon. As you approach you notice the house looks a little worn from the salty air and the merciless storms the sea is sure to bring, but through it all it’s still standing in magnificence. Youexit your car and a friend greets you warmly at the front door and you’re invited in.