NIGHTIME ESCAPE

During the task of having to clear a path for the installation of the much needed new Air Conditioner, I rediscover myself as the horribly cluttered old hag who never threw anything out, just stacked it neatly.

Walking Out as Temporary Cure
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STUYVESANT SQUARE PARK

In 1836 Peter Gerard Stuyvesant (1778-1847) and his wife Helen Rutherford reserved four acres of the family farm and sold it for five dollars to the City of New York as a public park.

His remarkable gift may have been the most ambitious gesture of Peter Gerard Stuyvesant, the co-founder of the New York Historical Society and one of the richest men in America at his time.

A public park in a rapidly expanding city was a priceless amenity, and still is.

Sitting on one of the benches, looking up into sky,
I stop thinking of myself and the world.

Like a field daisy without a field, I become nobody in particular, just another being out of context, floating silently along with all of it.

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This old warrior is cut in many ways, limbs removed and yet It's roots are pushing against stone, undeterred.
IT'S HUGE

My little cane is dwarfed.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuyvesant_Square