And Everyone Felt It Along With Me

Some pictures I took one fantastic and utterly beautiful afternoon at Washington Square Park in NYC. Autumn in Washington Square Park is so different than in the summer, but both are just as perfect. I have made many wonderful memories at this park. It's one of the first places my sister and I found during our first real NYC trip together a few years ago. Before either of us even had any conclusive or tangible idea of ever settling in this wild eastern coast that I spent so many night falling asleep thinking about. I am drawn so heavily to the life that pulsates from within this park. Especially so in the summer. The heat heavy and thick yet comforting. A large crowd gathering around a street performer in the middle, a jolly jazz band playing on one far side and a lonesome pianist creating melodies that put you nearly on the verge of tears its so heartwarming. Such a widespread mix of people came to this place. To draw. To read a book. To perform a song. To people watch. To take a nap. To skateboard. To find love. To meet a friend. To escape a stressful situation. To dream. To contemplate. To talk some sense into someone. To just stand back and breathe. I always wanted to be one of these people who came to this park each day for any sort of reason and just be. Coming and going as I pleased. Meet someone new. Or someone old. Knowing that I have made my mark in this giant city and have that mark make all the difference. Every time I come back to visit, I get that same old feeling that I had the first time I ever sat at the fountain of this park late one humid summer night. And just felt totally at ease with myself and the world. Because in that moment, everything felt perfect. And everyone else felt it along with me.

Pictures by me