It felt unusually nice because it was unusual. The temperature was in the low 70’s on an August night. There was a cool breeze coming off the Hudson. The night was calling us to Riverside Park. This park is a green way that runs the coast of the Hudson from Battery Park up to the Bronx.
We strolled the parkway, stopping along the way to take pictures of the birds perched atop pier pilings or the sailboats silently cruising past or the tugs chugging their way up and down the river. It was such a charming picture, it was like a scene from a movie.
Across the river, the lights of the Jersey shore twinkled with an almost mirror reflection in the water. The only sounds were the waves lapping against the rocks piled along the shoreline. All the noise and hustle and bustle of the city was someplace else. It wasn’t here tonight and it wasn’t missed.
We walked along in silence, lost in our thoughts and wrapped in the serenity of the evening.
It was not what you would expect when you think of an evening in New York City.