Spring is one of those times.
A small window to Paradise briefly opens and the breezes from heaven kiss our metropolis. I know that is cheesy, but it's true. For a few hours yesterday I was not a grump.
It started with a bus ride down to the lower east corner of Central Park. The wife and the boy went to the Central Park Zoo, and I jumped across the street to use the bathroom at FAO Schwarz. Too much information? Too bad, it is Spring, and I am happy.
I took this picture of the Plaza hotel because it's pretty and it was on my way to find a bench.
Across from the Plaza there was a Public Art Fund exhibit. If you are in NYC and see something that looks out of place, then it is probably art. Just look around and find the sign that will explain it. This one was cool. A summary: each spool of rope represents a walking path in Central Park. Some are short, some are long, just like the paths. Apparently each spool is also the length of the actual path. Anyways, I had a book to read, so I moved on.
Spring is awesome. (Mostly because I like to sit on benches and read books while thousands of people walk past me (just in case I didn't make that clear))