The sun light washed over the green stretch of Bryant park
Warmth for a moment then offset by lazy breezes who tell of fall
A child plays upon the library steps while mother smiles
All around, work is put to rest if only for a moment
To have the liberty to spend all day in such revelry
But alas life and work beacons
Thanks to parks for fleeting glimpses into the elysian plains
NYU, Wall St, now what?A random walk through one man's life in New York City. Philosophical ramblings, musical musings, and general discussions on the nature of happiness and the pursuit of it (plus a fair amount of ranting and raving at nothing in particular)
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