| I've walked through Central Park numerous times before but I came upon two spots that I've never seen or noticed before that have become favorites. First is the obelisk behind the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's immediately surrounded by cherry blossum trees up on a raised hill. There's a set of stairs that lead up to it that has regular trees that flank it and overhangs it. Wish I had a camera at the time to take a picture from the bottom of the shaded steps with the cherry blossum trees right after the regular ones on either side and the base of the obelisk in the center. Second is The Conservatory Garden. I've never really walked up that far in Central Park before but I will again in the future. It's a fenced off little garden area that you'd think you'd find in the back of some mansion. It seems to be a nice place to read or to just sit and relax. Oh the joy of aimlessly wandering the park, walking old paths and finding new ones. Who wants to come wander with me next time? haha. |
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| Nobody on the road,
nobody on the beach.
I feel it in the air,
the summers out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets,
the sun goes down alone.
I'm driving by your house
though i know that you're not home...
And i can see you
your brown skin shining in the sun
you got your hair combed back
sunglasses on baby
and i can tell you
my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone.
out on the road today
i saw a dead head sticker on a cadillac
a voice inside my head said don't look back
you can never look back
i thought i knew what love was
what did i know
those days are gone for ever
i should just let them go and...
i can see you
your brown skin shining in the sun
you know your walking real slow
smiling at everyone
i can tell you
my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone.
I never will forget those nights
i wonder if it was a dream
remember how you drove me crazy?
remember how i made you scream?
now i don't understand what happed to our love
now baby gonna get you back
gonna show you what i'm made of...
i can see you
your brown skin shining in the sun
you got your top pulled down,
radio on baby
and i can tell you
my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone.
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| My mother got cancer when I was 15, and I said "Mom, how come you never say 'why me?' and she said "I never asked God 'why me' when the good things happened, so I shouldn't ask now."
Harriet, STUDIO 60 |
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