The gentle melody of a saxophone lingers through the air and thin leaves and flower petals fall over the cobblestone walkway like snowflakes drifting in winter, but, unlike in winter, the curling tree branches are covered in lacy green leaves that flutter and sway in the breeze and far below the grass thrives in the warm sun while birds dart about playing games among the bushes. It is a veritable paradise amidst an industrious urban empire. One moment you are among the swift taxis and brusque traffic of Fifth Avenue, the next you are walking around Wonderland.
All types of people ramble around the park- men, women, children, artists, dancers, crafters, tourists, residents, wanderers, idealists, realists, runners, yoga enthusiasts, and so many others. Paths wind this way and that, around lakes and ponds and reservoirs, under dark tunnels and over bright bridges and through branch covered passageways. In the distance, atop the trees, are sky reaching buildings with golden tops.
The sun sinks lower in the sky and shadows of intertwining branches dance across the walkway. Gray and white pigeons peck at the ground and squirrels run between one tree and the next. Laughter echoes in the breeze that scatters leaves across the ground. Horse-drawn carriages go slowly by as children run in circles around picnics where their parents sit on blankets sharing food and glasses of wine. Not a single soul seems troubled or discontent; it is a world of happiness.
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