I spent the last few days trying to find something insightful to say about this moment and frankly, I got nothin'. All I know is that lying on a smooth rock, watching ducks swim in lazy circles, sunlight warming cheeks and hands and lips and bones, I was entirely convinced I was the happiest girl in all of Central Park. But then again, it doesn't take much to make me happy these days. Ice cream makes me happy. The color green makes me happy. Peeling off the covers and falling into the untouched, soft coolness that is your bed when you go to sleep at night makes me supremely happy. But yep, I was sure that I was happier than any other being in the whole wide park.

That's all I have to say for now!