Rip Van Winkle
This weekend was in the high 20's (celcius) in NY, and I spent the whole weekend lazing at Central Park -- laying out on the grass, and fell asleep. What a great weekend.
You know that story about Rip Van Winkle? Where he falls asleep and wakes up 50 years later? I almost felt that way when i woke up. I had a 2 hour nap, and it felt like the longest nap i ever had.
There's a unique wonder in feeling the grass under my head, soft earth beneath my feet, warm sunrays on my face and the breeze whispering in my ear. I have my eyes barely open, and I can see clouds in the shape of farm animals dance across a clear blue sky, every now and then a bird darts across the sky and if I blink I would have missed it.
All the colors are crisp, but seem to be in perfect harmony with each other, as if there can't have been any other colors that would have worked. The bluest of blue, the sharpest of white, and the warmest yellow sunshine imaginable. I can almost taste the air, in fact I stick my tongue out to try it - and even though I taste nothing, my mind summons images of honey.
If i completely close my eyes I can actually hear the grass rustle, branches crackling, tree boughs groaning in the wind. If I really sink my ear to the ground and concentrate I may even tell when a squirrel is coming close.
And the greatest wonder of it all, is that I feel this while there are people walking their dogs, playing baseball, kids running around the fountain, scrambling on rocks, street musicians playing, street dancers prancing, rollerbladers cruising, and park attendants sweeping.
I suppose if you asked my dad he would say it was a kind of meditation. If you asked me, I had a lovely lovely dream.
You know that story about Rip Van Winkle? Where he falls asleep and wakes up 50 years later? I almost felt that way when i woke up. I had a 2 hour nap, and it felt like the longest nap i ever had.
There's a unique wonder in feeling the grass under my head, soft earth beneath my feet, warm sunrays on my face and the breeze whispering in my ear. I have my eyes barely open, and I can see clouds in the shape of farm animals dance across a clear blue sky, every now and then a bird darts across the sky and if I blink I would have missed it.
All the colors are crisp, but seem to be in perfect harmony with each other, as if there can't have been any other colors that would have worked. The bluest of blue, the sharpest of white, and the warmest yellow sunshine imaginable. I can almost taste the air, in fact I stick my tongue out to try it - and even though I taste nothing, my mind summons images of honey.
If i completely close my eyes I can actually hear the grass rustle, branches crackling, tree boughs groaning in the wind. If I really sink my ear to the ground and concentrate I may even tell when a squirrel is coming close.
And the greatest wonder of it all, is that I feel this while there are people walking their dogs, playing baseball, kids running around the fountain, scrambling on rocks, street musicians playing, street dancers prancing, rollerbladers cruising, and park attendants sweeping.
I suppose if you asked my dad he would say it was a kind of meditation. If you asked me, I had a lovely lovely dream.
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