I love walking the streets of New York on warm days. Some times I can just walk to places and feel like I am in a dream. I wish I was a poet so I could write a billion sonnets (not really sure what that is ) to describe Manhattan.
My friend Lucy and I walked from the East side all the way down to Washington Square Park. Due to the weather many NYU students , tourist, and other New Yorkers were gathered in Park.
I wish I could describe what it was like to observe so many people. Everyone was so different and unique. There was a wide variety of ages; I saw infants and their mothers while many elderly people sat and fed the birds.
There were many tourist and different races and ethnicities at the park today. I just wanted to know which countries they were from and why they chose to go to New York out of all places in this earth.
Some people were students who more or less lived there and knew the park as their home. Everyone was from such a different walk of live And I couldnt help but to wonder why we all gathered in the same place at the same time.
I love people and I think this is my favorite quality about New York. Everyone is different but we all accept ( at least the majority of us) each other.