by Lisa Weldon of reSoulin’ my dancing shoes
I was standing on the jogging path in Central Park, looking over the lake at the skyline of the East Side. In the background a violinist was playing and I could hear children laughing in the playground. A perfect setting to start the tears flowing, wouldn’t you say?
I took all afternoon in this glorious park. At over 800 acres, it’s size is overwhelming. It has wide open spaces for sunbathers and frisbee players, granite rocks for kids to play on, huge reservoir for ducks and for boating. I passed people playing soccer and volleyball. Hanes was having a company outing. Jazz musicians, a violinist, even a pianist has rolled in his piano out to fill the air with music.
I started out my day doing paperwork, as I do many mornings. I decided today to just hop on the first train that came my way, which I did – the C train. I rode and rode until I hit 103 Street, walked out of the subway and right in front of me was the west side of Central Park. I had lucked out.
I grabbed my first New York streetdog, some Cheetos and a water from a street vendor nearby. It wasn’t much of a spread, but I was bound and determined to have a picnic in Central Park.
I won’t waste any more time with words. I’ll just let the brass plates from the park benches tell the rest of the story about my day in Central Park.
That reminded me of Frank, my sweet dashchund at home.
So what do you imagine the story behind this one is?
I wish I knew Shawn. I have a feeling that her Manhattan fantasy was just as magic as mine.