"Accepting your own mortality is like eating your vegetables: You may not want to do it, but it's good for you."
After winter storm Jonas, Central Park took on an almost carnival air with seemingly all of New York City out enjoying the snow.
But today as I walked home, the paths were mostly dry and clear, and except for the occasional jogger, I had the park to myself.
The air was clean and crisp – perfectly refreshing and conducive to feeling in the moment. (To be honest, I thought I might have even spied Buddha.)
Tomorrow’s warm forecast will probably melt the rest of the snow. I’ll be sad to see these creatures go…