Flying through Central Park

Yesterday, Tommy, Christina and I took the train into the city. Manhattan is the most unique place I've ever been. I don't know what that says about me or where I've been, but I know I stood in awe after reaching the top of the staircase that leads from the dirty underground world known as the subway system to the heart of Times Square. It's like a friend blindfolding you, leading you to their surprise, only letting you open your eyes when the time is just right. In this case that friend is an underground train that injects you into an incredible world of tall buildings, flashing lights, and energetic people from all backgrounds without any chance of ever seeing it coming.

This was the second time I visited this world. The last time I was here was nine months ago when I took a week-long trip here with my friend Nate. I surprised myself with my ability to navigate the streets, recalling exactly what intersection the hostel we stayed at was, remembering my favorite places to eat, and walking directly toward the place that to me is the epitome of peacefulness -- Central Park.

I think I was so so aware of my surroundings because the last time I was here I felt so alive. My senses were all on overload, allowing me to take note of every block, building, and person surrounding me.

I led us directly to the shop that rents bycycles for $6 an hour. Christina and Tommy seemed a bit unsure of my idea at first, but once we began navigating the "lungs of the city" everyone in the group seemed more than content. Riding bikes anywhere gives me a special feeling because it brings me back to my days as a kid, innocently exploring the world, which at that time was my neighborhood. But to be able to circle Central Park, watching babies being pushed in strollers, people being guided around by horse and buggy, kids playing games, couples flirting, and people just relaxing and reflecting put a goofy smile on my face nearly the entire ride.

The uphill climbs were a struggle, but they were all worth it when the three of us coasted down a giant hill, gaining enough speed to stand on our pedals, take our hands of the handlebars and spread our arms out like we were flying.