This Sunday, I was in heaven. The city was virtually empty. My roommate and I took a little stroll to and around Central Park, and on our way back we took advantage of the emptiness.

Park Avenue is usually my least favorite avenue to walk accross. The street is so wide that I often get stuck in the middle, unable to zig-zag my way to my destination. So I always have to run through Park avenue to make the light. But, but, but… on Sunday the street was almost empty. I could see the horizon! So instead of running, I sauntered. I looked to the north, then to the south, then again to the north, and back to the south. It was beautiful! I was living in the moment for once.

I really suggest you try it.

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