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
Smiles by the fountain