| On this ideal summer day, under perfectly soothing temperatures, I am peacefully resting on my back, meditating on the green lawn of nearby Strawberry Fields.
My eyes -half closed- perceive the sun as it shines and disappears through the chasing cirrus clouds, glittering through the moving leaves of the exotic locust tree above, a golden spider web dancing between two twigs.
I smell the scent of fresh grass, which reminds me of my distant youth; I enjoy the wind caressing my nostrils, the tickling of an ant crossing my left foot, a pleasant dampness oozing through the silk cover on which I am resting.
I distinguish the sounds of nearby birds: a few busy sparrows, the monotonous sound of a blackbird, the melody of a finch. I hear the cry of a baby, the Dixieland tune from a distant trumpet in the Park, a John Lennon fan playing his favorite songs on a nearby xylophone, the distant rumble of an airplane, the rattling sound of a police helicopter, the voice of a Hispanic lady talking to her boyfriend next to me on the grass, the almost monotonous noise of the traffic on close by Central Park West, the squeaking brakes of a tourist bus, the siren of an ambulance, and the joyful guttural sounds of playing children around me.
As I enjoy my extended feeling of infinite calm and happiness, a smile comes over my lips upon the thought of how much I love this City where so many sounds, feelings and impressions melt together to play for me their intense, never ending symphony of life. |