It’s a beautiful misty spring morning and I climb the stairs out of the Q train. I look up and see one of those magical New York sights. The clouds are hanging so low that I can see them actually flow through the trees of Central Park.
I’m struck still. This is so rare and beautiful. Â I’ve got to share a picture of it with you. You need to see these low clouds hanging out in the park, slowly ambling by.
Of course, then I turn around and look behind me, because who can trust beauty to just be simple and perfect.
