The weather was warmer on Saturday. The rain fell from the skies making all the asphalt glisten in the muted light. The sun finally managed to come out to warm the hearts of New York.
I spent just about the whole day inside but I had an errand to do. I passed by Thompson Square Park in the West Village on my way back. The sunshine had finally come out and the weather had warmed up. It had become a beautiful day.
Just to sit on a park bench with my best girl. Watching all the lives pass on by. All those lives that I could imagine but never will be a part of. Just to be still, if even for a few minutes, and just be.
well, at least my other home!