I woke up today at the crack of noon. Determined to not let the rest of my day go to waste I threw on some clothes, grabbed a book, and was out of the door within 10 minutes. Walking out onto the street I was met by the most lovely weather--sun shining, cool breeze blowing, and not a cloud in the sky. I strolled down Henry Street, which leads me to this great park on the water nestled between the manhattan and brooklyn bridges. It's autumn now, but on my way, I came across all the signs of spring. My cobblestone street paved with scenes of bees flitting from black eyed susan to rhododendron, babies making their first steps, interracial couples holding hands and sharing ice cream cones, and construction workers unexpectedly poking their heads out of their roadwork ditches like groundhogs forecasting another eternal summer day. Upon reaching my destination I had to take a moment to take in the unparalleled beauty of the park. The twin bridges like two broad shoulders encompassing the verdant green of the park's gentle slopes, and tall, proud trees. After that moment of awe I made my way to the enormous weeping willow that crowns the hill at the center of the park. It's my favorite place come to read, think, or just people watch. I started reading but didn't make it far, the book was dull in comparison to the life that was bursting and blooming all around me. Putting my book aside, I walked around exploring all the nooks and crannies of my surroundings. The sun's warmth caressed my face, and the breeze would every now and again pick up and the leaves of every tree would stir in standing ovation. I settled myself on the ledge of this brick courtyard, where i was able to see the entire park, and continued to read. I stayed in that position for the next hour and a half until the book was done. Slamming the book closed in satisfaction I looked up to see a girl, who's dress, with a sudden burst of wind, had flared up. While she was unsuccessfully attempting to fix this situation, i began to laugh.  Just as the wind died down, our eyes met and she said "well at least someone is enjoying this". We both smiled and as I got up to introduce myself to Ms. Monroe I thought to myself...

I may have finished my book--but the story had only just begun.