Sittin’ in the Park

  I’m reminded often, how lucky I am to live so close to Central Park. Even though I run through it most days, I tend to forget to visit more casually.

 Today, after it rained all night, I threw on chinos and a T-shirt, Keds and a hoodie tied around my waist, and went for a stroll in the Maxfield Parrish light.

The benches were all wet, so I couldn’t sit, but then a lady came by with paper towels she had smartly brought, and cleaned a place for me. How nice was that, and she didn’t even linger, leaving my solitude serenely in place.

The trees were wet, shedding rain drops like tears, perched between two mighty elms encasing me like bookends.

A few damp runners ran by, a tourist or two undeterred, determined to take in all the Park has to offer as it drip-dries…

and of course its four-legged tenants all playing hosts.

Remembering nuts this time, I had a baby squirrel seated next to me. Only the very young would be that trusting as I fed him sliced pecans from Whole Foods.

He’d take it, scamper off I’m assuming to put in his fridge, then come back for another. Now I’m also assuming it was him each time, but who knows, maybe he had a band of brothers he shared his wealth with.

I was glad to see dogs without silly raincoats since you can almost hear them apologize for looking so ridiculous.

“Hey, would somebody please tell her, I’m a fucking Poodle, not a Rockette?”

I watched an old man make his way towards the Met, shuffling a bit, but with dignity and resolve.

But my favorite sight were the smoochers…those young’uns in love glued together like a Rodin sculpture, ignorant of me watching.

I sigh, remembering lusty love you thought would live forever, a longing of long ago paying homage to one’s youth.

“Enjoy yourself while you can,”I told my furry gray friend after handing over my last nut.

I then bid the trees good bye, snuggled in my hoodie when once again, the skies opened as I peacefully headed home.




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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14 Responses to Sittin’ in the Park

  1. A peaceful morning.

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  2. Patricia says:

    Lovely morning there. It is raining beautifully here this afternoon. I am sitting on my balcony enjoying some cool breeze and watching the hummingbirds congregate around the feeder.

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  3. I enjoyed walking, rather than running with you today. Your observations are keen, no matter your speed.

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  4. Eilene Lyon says:

    I love Maxfield Parrish light!

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  5. So beautiful. You have great descriptions. I love those damp mornings with everything dripping and smelling like rain.


  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    It’s calming how everything seems so peaceful and fresh after a brief rain shower. Sort of the way the world seems so magical and clean after the first snow, until the blasted crap starts piling up. Describing the misty light as Maxfield Parrish light is spot on. I’m going to remember it from now on.

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  7. Every time you write about Central Park I’m mesmerized. My dream is to stay in NY and do nothing but explore the park. There is just so much to see, including squirrels.


    • There’s a great book called, A Clearing in the Distance, about its history. It really is fascinating. I just came from there and it looks like it’s in Technicolor it’s so green from the rain that’s started again.


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