Without the yin of the city, nature’s yang can get a bit wobbly and boring.
Like, you know how a Frosty is sweet, sweet heavenly goodness, but then you dip a salty fry in there and--KABLOOEY--your tongue explodes with the yum?
Sometimes you need the salt to make the sweet even more flavorful.
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Try it. Keep your eyes open. Stare at the sky. Watch the clouds. Feel the breeze sweep against your cheeks and the drool puddle around your slackened jaw.
Then tilt your head ever so slightly, just far enough to see the rich folks’ penthouses.
Your pupils suddenly refocus, and all the park’s beauty is magnified by the stalagmites piercing the sky.
The quiet seems even more hushed knowing that life rages on just beyond the tree line.
And your appreciation of this moment is heightened by the knowledge that some lowlife will steal your cab as soon as you hit Fifth.
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Like in Brooklyn, where horses trot down the street, through the roundabout at Park Circle, and enter Prospect Park.
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I thought, I can’t wait till Liv can ride there. Of course, considering the fact that she'd barely lived through the apparent trauma of a pony ride at age 2, I wasn't in that much of a rush.
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No tears... and no cars careening around a traffic circle.
Just a girl, a horse named Frances, and not one square inch of city for miles and miles.
Till I stepped in it.
A huge steaming pile of yin.
But while it made my boot pretty freaking disgusting, it made the sight of my girl sitting tall in the saddle even sweeter.