Contemplative pocket park at 53rd, NYC. Loved this park when I worked at the Harper & Row buidling (gone) though I lamented all the people during lunch hour.
Nirvanna. Here on a late Sunday afternoon on an otherwise sunny day, the perfectly beautiful grey of a city comes forth (NYC or Paris?). I saw what my mind-eye always did. People-less beauty and yet footsteps & voices rush as waterfall. Harmony.
And, yes, the lunch -- lovely Chinese eggplant & prawns (spelled pawns). A lunch with Bob,
Cin, and Karen. Those chairs beautifully sat upon.
And, yes, overspilling with laughter.