Central Park isn't the only place with trees in Manhattan. I think most people know that, but perhaps are not aware of how important the attempt at preserving small pockets of nature the way it exists 'out there' is. I have trees on my block, as do many of the blocks in Soho and elsewhere, (ok, some of you might laugh at what I am qualifying as a tree - - some are in planters) and this time of year I am most aware of their presence. Falling leaves for me are so full of nostalgia; whether witnessing their flight, or seeing them stuck to the streets and sidewalks, I am brought back mini 'eras' in my life, replayed with such vivid detail.
Now, while we have no 'proper' grocery store in Soho, if I walk above Houston Street, there is a small one, and this is the path which leads to it. It's a mini oasis at night when you can pretend the rest of the city beyond doesn't exist.
I live in NYC, love all forms of art, old scary movies, PBS, and dark chocolate. I have an identical twin sister, chew the inside of my mouth, do not fear snakes, (but will burst into a Native American War Dance at the sight of a cockroach, complete with yodeling) love three-legged dogs and one-eyed cats, but have neither, and sing the 'Our Father' in funny renditions every night before bed.