the things I see

My favorite place in New York was somewhere I didn't know if I was allowed to be. A seemingly unused park-like place that ran along the Hudson River. I went there once, when I returned with friends it was gated and said "no entry." Two rows of trees were there, high and majestic, surrounded by a concrete pad and a crummy old fence. I saw a celebration. I saw a feast. I heard joy and laughter. And so I danced.