Fall has arrived.

A gust of wind blew hundreds of leaves from the trees in the park into the air. Many business people and tourist looked up in the air, seeing the dances of the tiny gliders soaring through the air. One man paused for a moment, shading his eyes from sunshine in the crisp morning sky, to look up at them.

How many leaves I've taken forgranted. The new yorkers make note of each moment like this, since they are rare within this forest of brick and mortar, where the sounds of wildlife are just cars and buses honking and beeping their way through the streets.

But I have my peace and nostaligia in the park. It might be just few blocks within the busy city, but it's peaceful, and it's green.

I like green.