Sheep!

As I finish work on Thursday of week one, strolling to a quiet seat in Bryant Park, the day runs through my mind. Mentally ticking off accomplished tasks and contemplating what time the train will carry me over the water I stride into the park and see this amazing sight. Sheep and wool everywhere. That's wool looking like water. And I am reminded of why it can be hard to leave NYC behind. And I am reminded of the simple things like a sheep in the park that catch me unaware and bring a smile to my lips and uncrease my brow. There's sheep in the park, the train runs all day, and I'll always find comfort in something New York.