The silence of cold days in Central Park is not the lonely kind. It is the serene and peaceful kind, where you can hear your own cold breath, the distant clip-clop of horse carriages, a brave artist playing the violin or saxophone and the intermittent chatter of other people. If you can weather the winds, it is an excellent refuge from the city’s busyness.
To be enthralled by some amazing blogging talent, look at the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – Silence.
P.S. – Every year, I take a solo walk in Central Park to take pictures of the fall colors in relative peace and quite. Click here for more of my labor of love.