Strolling on Central Park West at 106th Street.
Archive For April, 2012
Day 213: Bryant Park New York City.
“There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.”
—Sofia Loren
Day 209: Up on the roof.
When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, it’s peaceful as can be
And there the world below can’t bother me
Let me tell you now. Up on the roof.
Day 208: My right boot in the back of a cab.
There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip; Nay, her foot speaks. Happy Birthday to the Bard.
Day 207: April Rain Song by Langston Hughes.
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night.
And I love the rain.
Day 206: Coffee to go.
This bike has recently appeared parked at the building next to mine. It makes me happy. 
Day 205: Rounding Corners.
Friday evening: The M60 heads for
the airport, and the young man heads for the weekend.
Day 204: Tulips at the end.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. Robert Herrick 
