Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons evrywhere
Ive looked at clouds that way
Ive looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all
Ive looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all
From win and lose and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all
Ive looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all
One Monday noon, after a lunch out, I found time to lie on the lawn of Carl Schurz park, where they have separate dog running facilities for small and big dogs. Vincent, a friend who sends his life descriptions to over 2000 people in his directory, graciously found time to lead me to this park, that's close to the Gracie Mansion, the official residence of NYC mayor, somewhere in the Upper East Side, that faces the East River, and Roosevelt Island. The clouds above us provided a much comforting sense of state of where we are that time, as I focused my gaze on the blueness of the sky. The following relaxing period allowed me to ponder and say thoughts aloud, sharing my long term goals, among all other dreams, plus snippets of my past in the ensuing moments.
I must have counted at least 15 big jet planes flying and passing over us, at very higher altitudes, as they're reduced to small toy-like figures, and perhaps preparing to land in one of the 3 airports nearby. The sun's glare threatened to mess up the comforting exercise we've been doing; the nearby tree's foliage shaded us from some distracting angles. We took turns in taking photo shots (1 cloud shot of his is here); I felt so grateful, and had a vision of the eternal.
These are really simple pleasures. I must have done this when I was a little child. I remember something vivid from my childhood years. Something about being at play, and being very free and gleefully happy. I've figured out now why some will go out of their way to lie on park lawns, with clothes off, doing activities including sunning sunning. I remember a new female acquaintance who just arrived from somewhere, getting surprised at seeing people practically naked while lying on green lawns in parks like Central Park. I remember the quiet exhilarating moments while lying on my back, with my clothes on, and I had a close awareness of the passing time, as I heave my sighs, becoming more aware of my breathing, my nostrils taking in air, my lungs expanding to process the vital elements, myself exhaling again, all the while getting fulfilled with the sight of the hovering clouds above.