Central Park was the first place in NYC that really pulled me in and made me fall in love. When my sister and I first came and visited Manhattan by ourselves two summers ago, we were enamored by the rush of the city. Always hustling and bustling, trying to see as much as we could in our week stay. Our feet endlessly hurt but our hearts, eyes, and souls were eagerly inspired always. And then we found Central Park and it was like magic. We were still in the city, but felt like we were transported to a brand new place. Calm. Natural feeling. Slower. At ease. Whenever I come to the city on weekends, I try hardest to try to spend at least a little time, even just a moment passing by, to stop by Central Park and soak in its beauty and allow myself to take a breather. It really is the best way to get rid of a headache that forms because of the noise and pace of a big city. Central Park is the best place for laying in the grass and dreaming about the next lovely thing while still being in the center and a part of the madness that is NYC.
But the last time I visited Central Park, we came upon a scene of tourists out on a hot summer day. Street performers. Kids eating ice cream. People passing by on bikes. It was just as alive as the city streets that surround it. I snapped some pictures while I was walking around. Can’t you just feel the energy? It literally pulsates.
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