When i lived in new york there was this lawn in central park called sheep's meadow that would always close for the winter. I would walk past it and contemplate hopping the fence.
i never did (i think i should have) but every year in the early days of spring when the air was still cold they'd open the gate up and i would feel a delightful joy at being able to enjoy this meadow while the air still had a crisp bite to it. It wasn't 'really' spring yet. new york was still cold and few new yorkers enjoyed the lawn in the cold, but it was a rare delight to enjoy it before it was truely 'time' to.
By June, the meadow would usually be packed full of people.
i never did (i think i should have) but every year in the early days of spring when the air was still cold they'd open the gate up and i would feel a delightful joy at being able to enjoy this meadow while the air still had a crisp bite to it. It wasn't 'really' spring yet. new york was still cold and few new yorkers enjoyed the lawn in the cold, but it was a rare delight to enjoy it before it was truely 'time' to.
By June, the meadow would usually be packed full of people.
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