Sunday was one of the most glorious days ever to be in Central Park.  As an Aspiring Socialite, it’s always been a habit of mine to live my life gazing above.  Most of the time I find myself looking at Manhattan penthouses from far below.  On this day, however, it was nothing, but clear skies and mysterious writing above me in a magical land we all know as Central Park.

Writing in the sky

Future residence

Smiles by the fountain