Maybe I'm just happier than I've been for a long time. Genuinely happy. But something about Central Park actually being there; being a retreat in the middle of all the steel and cement structures, makes me remember what its supposed to be like to be alive. Maybe all it takes is a little game of wiffle ball or touch football or a beautiful smiling face smiling just at me, but it really makes all the difference. I love the fact that Central Park exists despite its surroundings. May the idea of the park, and the park itself, last forever.
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