Heat Wave

Along with most of New York, we headed out to Central Park on Saturday.  Such a sudden burst of heat (88 degrees F) woke up the city like a once wilting plant.  It was hard to find a place to sit down and relax among such an interesting sea of humanity.  And I don’t just use the word “sea” to be cute.  You probably could have gotten in a small boat and gone crowd sailing without ever once hitting the ground.

We brought a frisbee, but I’m still a beginner and my fear of pelting some sunbather in the face kept us from playing.  So we laid out, and participated in the age old sport of people watching.  New York must be one of the best places in the world to do that.

The evening was warm, and people were not in a hurry to leave the park.  Even after sundown we were there, strolling down the paths, catching glimpses through the dark of kissing couples under trees, on benches, on blankets in fields…. until we came upon a dance party.  Rollerskaters had been dancing all day, and now people without skates were getting in on the fun(k).  We threw down our bags and danced.