...the Patron Saint of Happy Babies.
I was sitting eating my lunch in the park, and this parade of nannies pushing carriages came by. Every one of those babies saw me and started cracking up! Except for the one that was crying. He stopped crying and smiled at me.
What a difference little sun makes, my friends.
I stopped in the Park Cafe at Time Warner Center to pick up a little lunch and went out to the park. It's not as sunny as it was yesterday (damn me for not going out yesterday!), but the temperature is supposed to be somewhere around 70ยบ, and it's just incredibly beautiful.
There was this odd sensation as I walked out the doors of The Shops at Columbus Circle and into the crowds steaming around the building and heading toward the park. I just don't know how to describe it. Almost a lightness -- suddenly there was a big smile on my face, and I'm sure that if I had had a camera I could have snapped a photo of the glow in my eyes. Almost as if a sort of weariness I didn't know I had was lifted.
I was sitting eating my lunch in the park, and this parade of nannies pushing carriages came by. Every one of those babies saw me and started cracking up! Except for the one that was crying. He stopped crying and smiled at me.
What a difference little sun makes, my friends.
I stopped in the Park Cafe at Time Warner Center to pick up a little lunch and went out to the park. It's not as sunny as it was yesterday (damn me for not going out yesterday!), but the temperature is supposed to be somewhere around 70ยบ, and it's just incredibly beautiful.
There was this odd sensation as I walked out the doors of The Shops at Columbus Circle and into the crowds steaming around the building and heading toward the park. I just don't know how to describe it. Almost a lightness -- suddenly there was a big smile on my face, and I'm sure that if I had had a camera I could have snapped a photo of the glow in my eyes. Almost as if a sort of weariness I didn't know I had was lifted.
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