There’s nothing like getting to work in the city with time to sit and read in the park, especially on a brisk Fall morning.
A child runs in circles through the leaf piles, enjoying the crunch of his feet on the brown leaves.
Two dogs sniff each others’ butts as their owners catch up with small talk.
Music reminiscent of a Chinese Food Restaurant plays by the George Washington statue as a couple does yoga.
A mom plays with her son in the recently-emptied fountain, watching her son run in circles around the cement wall that holds him in place just as it would a pool of water.
And I sit, reading, looking up every once in a while to watch the beginning of other peoples’ morning. What a lovely way to start a day.
ⓒLynn Wiles Photography. Click on the image for her photography blog.
Her soft hand was in mine, MINE! My hand, covered in black ink from my long day of work. I still couldn’t get over that she was my girlfriend. She must have been reading my mind because she lifted my hand and inspected it.
“Look at all that ink. Don’t you ever wash your hands at work?”
I probably blushed a bit, but guys don’t blush so I won’t admit it.
“I can’t take the time to wash my hands every time ink splatters on them! The book would never get done.”
“I know hun, I’m just teasing you. I love your work.”
She pulled me to the right and into Central Park.
“Let’s walk through the park. It’s Fall…the leaves look beautiful.”
I let her pull me in the direction of the picturesque foliage.
“It’s almost like the trees are on fire! Look at that one!” she said as she tugged me yet again as if my arm were a leash.
“Oh my God! Look at that!” she gasped and pointed at a tiny leaf that looked oddly like a heart. “Do you have your camera?”
“Nope, but I have something better!” I said as I pulled a mini sketchpad and Sharpie from my pocket. Her smile forced me into a smile as well as she sat on a nearby bench, crossed her legs and pulled the end of her plaid dress over her knees. I watched for another moment as she started pulling on the curls of her long brown hair. She caught me looking and smiled.
“Get drawing, Picasso.”
“Picasso wouldn’t – never mind,” I responded. She crinkled her nose and I got to work drawing the leaf. It turned out pretty good, I thought. She ran over after I put the cap back on the Sharpie.
“Can I see?”
I grinned. “You can see it on our anniversary.”
“But that’s a few months away!”
“Guess you’ll have to stick around awhile then, huh,” I said with a smirk.
Special thanks to Lynn Wiles for allowing me to use her photograph.
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