Summer days in the Park always make you remember why you put up with the chilly winters. But then you get on the subway to go downtown and the whole car reeks of BO. You realize your clothes are wet with sweat, and your feet are starting to blister. Some people love it. Me, I prefer 80 degrees with a breeze on the beach.
My view right now. So beautiful. I think I just fell in love with New York all over again.