It didn't matter. I felt bliss.
My five senses were treating the park like the best amusement ride they ever rode. I slipped and fell and tasted the fresh snow stuck to my face and pushed myself up and grabbed what looked like fake landscape. I heard silence on the lake, I saw kids on sleds hooting at each other and squirrels and birds frantically looking for food, I've already told you I talked to myself and two strangers.
Take me anywhere on earth, then ask me where I want to be. I'll say, "Central Park at twilight on March 5, 2015."
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