On our way to Harlem Day, my daughter and I
walked through a slice of the northern section
of Central Park to get to the festivities,
and I marveled at how serene it felt.
The clear, less humid weather helped a lot. People lounged
in the grass, walked dogs, and sat on the benches reading,
all soaking up the Sunday afternoon vibe. Languid music
wafted over the pond, making the moment magical.
I decided to come back the next day, but got a little lost
and ended up at another entrance.
There are so many pockets of peace in New York City!
How, in all of my travels, did I ever miss the beautiful
My goal -- getting to the West Side by going through the park --
would have been easier, I think, if I'd read a map. After I took a
winding path away from the Gardens, I kept climbing up, up, up,
then made my way downhill to a ravine.
When I finally reached the West Side, I found I'd actually walked
about seven blocks further north than I'd been on the East Side.
By the time I reached Mr. Frederick Douglass,
I felt that I'd gotten in all of my required exercise
for the day. We'll save his tale for another time.