Mother Nature holds amazing healing powers.
I went to the Storm King Art Center with a friend last Sunday and despite all the stress from the last two weeks, I have not felt so relieved and so happy for a long time.
You can see some of the pictures from the photo album (Autumn is here).
It’s mesmerizing how nature’s colors change. You do not see it at all in the city. Forget about Central Park.
The leaves in the wild are soft despite that they are withering on the floor of the forest.
They have different shades of colors from
green, to mustard, yellow, peach, orange, red, burgundy purple, brick red, leather brown.
I walked the whole day on soft grass
-so soft you can roll down a grass slope without feeling it
and I don’t feel pain around my ankle or sole at all.
The air was fresh you don’t smell anything but the vegetation.
But even with all the leaves on the floor, there was no smell of decay.
We picniced at lunch where we shouldn’t (but we left no trace :P)
and the sun warmed my back while we ate a very simple and delicious meal.
It was simple and sheer joy.
The best thing is how you sometimes find the companionship of a new friend so refreshing.
I was lucky enough that during the last two weeks at the worst time of my stay so far in NY,
I have my very very good friend from high school,
and a new friend that I barely know that I get along very well
pulled me through some sad lonely moments.
The preciousness of a good old friend is the stamina of friendship through time,
and to be able to go through different stages of life together.
The miracle of a new friendship is the randomness of fate,
and how you can feel so comfortable around a stranger.
I guess despite all, I’m still a pretty lucky girl 😉