A hidden gem in Williamsburgh Brooklyn

Its November in New York City and the time is near for the holiday season to begin. The days are getting shorter the temperature is getting colder and the signs of winter are showing on the fallen leaves and the bare branches. There is a beautiful tapestry of colors and smells that evoke the slowing down of nature...All nature is going into hiding, and somehow so are we. Spending more time indoors, drinking warm tea, reading a good book, and quietly reflecting on the closing of another year.

I took a stroll with a yoga buddy near Williamsburg Brooklyn the other day, and walked by a small quaint park, a hidden gem in the midst of the hipster pomp and circumstance that colors much of what Williamsburg has become. Tucked between the arty lofts and semi illegal apartment complexes was a beautiful little slice of nature. Couples were walking hand in hand with out a care in the world and little kids ran with glee through the piles of fallen leaves. It was calm it was exactly what we needed. An oasis in the urban jungle. There are many parks and "nature" sanctuaries in New York and of course they are much needed in this cement metropolis, but for the most part they are too busy at times to even find peace there. This little park was almost like escaping into the suburbs no noise no interruptions no forced relaxation. At a moment when all is in flux in my life where I have no home, I have no real security and much of what is happening is in transition this little paradise was a welcome relief. Thanks New York for giving a gift when its least expected and most needed.










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