i am sitting in bryant park. i see children playing at the fountain, throwing coins, feeling the water by immersing their forearms in towards its floor. the water flows in&out, in&out. i hear different languages&accents all around. one child leans his body weight to reach all the way in. it feels as if i too am a kid.
babysitting last night was good for me. i felt reconnected to my childhood: arthur, reading picture books before bed, &the mere conversation with her mirrored the innocence i too once had.
it’s all so beautiful&cohesive&melodic.
people getting up&moving about, leaving the area i am in. those walking by, every. single. noise. the clothes people are wearing, the blowing of the umbrellas, the people talking with one another. those with coffess, those taking pictures of the fountain, &those just observing it.
i see a kid looking at the fountain for a good moment. i see a staff member sweeping up bits of leaf. even the direction of two chaies left facing each other is beautiful, as it means two people chose to place them in this way so as to sit with one another.
pairs of two, three, four, five. alone, eating, talking, sipping, the musicality of the soft current of ongoing chatter, in harmony with the stream of the fountain, street noise, it just is so fucking perfct. how lucky am i to be experiencing this.
someone has a wonderfully thick braid and boots, ready wonderful look entirely, so chic. people here know how to dress&present who they are. it isn’t forced, it reads true&effortful. i feel inspired to do the same.
mind la moda 