here and stay in Central Park every single day. I just love it and I
don't skip a day without visiting it and have a jog. This morning was
not a day like the others though. A profound sense of guilt took
possession of me while I was running and breath the smell of freshly
cut grass. It was not grass that was cut, it was last night storm that
took a token from this beautiful spot in the middle of the Manhattan
asphalt jungle. Dozens of trees eradicated by the strong winds,
branches all over the ground... Sad, really sad. I went around the
park walking this time as I could not face the idea of enjoying while
the Park was suffering the force of nature. You must think I am crazy
to mourn for a park, well, think whatever you want but for me a tree
is a point of reference, it's a certainty and it's a prodigy of
nature. Parks for me are the essence of life more than the sea or any
other living soul.
See you tomorrow Central Park!
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