The long days are dwindling and the evenings growing cooler. Midtown remains the same: ever-changing. One last long day in the sun and grass of Bryant Park ends in the early evening dark glow of the Campbell Bar. Hope stays alive in anyone who has had a dream come true.
I got up from my barstool soon after she ordered her Aperol Sprtiz. We both knew her delicate posterior was more deserving of comfort than my pasty ass. She was fiddling about on her phone, like I was, trying to find the perfect, or at least most easily accessible, emoji to express the ephemera ofContinue reading “Aperol Spritz”
Bryant Park is kind of a magical place. In the heart of the “city that never sleeps” it’s a place where the city can at least slow down a little to catch it’s breath. That’s how I started my Wednesday this week with a walking meditation guided by Qalvy Grainzvolt from the Shinnyo CenterContinue reading “Review: Novel Novelists in Bryant Park”