I was suffering from a headache, so I headed downstairs and walked over to Madison Square park. It's the near the Flatiron.
It's a really beautiful day today. It was cool without being cold, and overcast and dusky so there was a nice, cool flat light over everything.
I forget sometimes how beautiful the city can be; walking through the center of the park and seeing the buildings rising up against the sky was inspiring. The city is gorgeous at dusk, it really is. I love watching the people walk by, I love seeing the little details on the buildings, watching a leaf blow by, seeing a mother spoon feed her baby.
I forget sometimes to appreciate the little things. New York is the biggest, baddest city in the world, and sometimes you lose your sense of scale here. It's nice to pull myself back down to earth and see all of the details for a change.
I found myself looking up. New Yorkers never seem to look up, just tourists. Sometimes, though, having that sense of wonder at it all isn't so bad. We rush through our lives, but we don't see where we're going, we don't think about what we're doing. We're tough and we're thick-skinned; we wouldn't have survived the WTC attacks if we weren't. I think we miss some important things, sometimes, in our rush, behind our toughness.
I guess it's important to stop and smell the roses sometimes. We all have to let down our guards from time to time.
I love this city.
(I apologize for all the rambling I've been doing recently. I dunno why I have, I just haven't been able to finish a thought without veering off on tangents and losing my train of thought. Focus, Nicholas-san, focus....)