My afternoon off last Friday included, among a few other stops, a late afternoon stroll through Central Park (my first in quite a while). On the eve of the official first day of spring, it really felt like it had arrived. The scene at the beach volleyball courts looked more like summer than March. People were having impromptu picnics on the rock formations. It was as though the city finally woke up from their winter sleep. The late day sun painted everything in this beautiful, warm light. It was my last stop before heading to dance class. Such a great end to my day.
