Beautiful Day, Beautiful CIty

From an eighth floor window, I watch everyone hustling by on the busy city street, passed a terraced park between small skyscrapers, stretching between Fort Washington Avenue and Broadway.

A man sits on the wall of the first grassy plot; someone with his priorities straight. It's a beautiful day in a beautiful city and one person has stopped to take it in.

Life is sweet, if you let it be - if you pause here and there, sit, look around, and breathe deep. Seems this guy knows that.

Break over, he stands, finds a gap, and slips back into the flow.


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