view from our loft early this morning.
central park is just unbearably romantic in a lonesome, fairytale sort of way. the tall, ornate buildings flanking the big stretches of park. old men walking dogs, looking down or sometimes smiling at you. how the sky feels big and open over this area in such a different way from an open desert sky. everything covered in snow except the path and the bare trees. the cherry trees were just coming into bloom back home when we left.