Friday, May 7, 2010
Ahhh, New York City.
This morning, I was jogging along riverside park for a two mile run when I saw a man leaning against a tree, facing away from the sidewalk towards the river.
My first thought was, “Ew, gross, I can’t believe that guy is just peeing right out here in the open at 8:30am. I mean, THE SUN IS UP for Pete’s sake.”
Then I realized, wait a minute...it’s a beautiful day...the weather is perfect...this guy is just standing in the leaves and admiring this beautiful view of the Hudson River.
I looked out over the river and realized that yes, it was a very pretty view. It WAS a beautiful day...and I’d just been jogging along, kind of oblivious to the beauty around me. How had I failed to take stock of this wonderful miracle that---in the middle of the concrete metropolis that is NYC---there are still green and shady spaces that look out over the cool water, where you can feel the breeze kissing your face? How jaded had I become?
Then I looked again and realized...wait a minute...yeah, that guy really IS peeing out here in the open at 8:30am.
But it was STILL a beautiful view.