Yesterday one of my best friends got married in Fort Tryon Park, a place so beautiful and lush it's hard to remember you're still in Manhattan. The weather was perfect: warm and sunny with a soft breeze sending seedlings and leaves fluttering every which way. The ceremony was short and sweet, followed by cocktails, dinner, music, and much dancing. A fabulous wedding had by all.
Rain and thunder are keeping us company today, and I love it. Outside everything is quiet, muted, almost like a shared but unspoken secret. Hardly anyone is out; a couple people amble along walking dogs or smoking a cigarette. It's a perfect day to lounge about indoors and maybe nap.
Yoga for the third day in a row this morning. My hips are sore, my arms are tired. But my body is happy.
Breakfast--scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast--has just been delivered to me in bed, so off I go!