Such a beautiful day today. I literally woke up to the birds singing outside. It’s wonderful to appreciate a day like this during the weekend. I wish I still lived in New York, so I could ride the downtown 1 train to Central Park. The trees would be in its blossoming stages, and a steady stream of people and music would fill the winding pathways. I would visit my poetry mentor, who lives at the east side of the park.
Since I currently live in central NJ, there’s less activity around here. The sweet birdsong is still prevalent though, probably much stronger due to less people milling about. While I sometimes miss the action and accessibility of Manhattan, living out in central NJ has its beauty and loveliness.