Bryant Par, 42nd and , it is a perfect summer afternoon; lazy, overcast and cool.As I sit on a bench alone with just my thoughts for company, I feel that I belong. Somehow this city is like an innocent child belonging to whoever welcomes it with open arms, and a smile.. Or is it more like the wily lady of the night, who is everybody's to have and yet nobody's to keep?
I wish I could bottle up this moment of solitude, calm and clarity. But moments time often are like small " one time use" bottles of perfume. Just one whiff as you savour it and then it lingers on in the memory.. Bewitching, tempting and a little romanticised. We tend to romanticise our experiences, the good, the bad and the forsaken.
So then.. the is the question whether this moment is really that beautiful or am I romanticising it?
No,it does not really matter.. even if it is romanticisation.. it is mine..
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