I will never tire of this view, this park, or NYC, even as the city changes in ways I don’t necessarily like and I renew my plea for a time machine. Central Park is a balm that calms me, a therapist who “centers” me without my having to ask.

P.S. If you’re a tourist and your tour guide tells you that the fountain toward the left (to the right of the thick tree) was used in the opening credits of “Friends”, request a refund pronto before he or she takes you to Starbucks and tells you it’s Central Perk.

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