New York in the summer

What an absolute wonder of a city! Sun drenched canyons, glimmering buildings, silhouetted spires...this city comes alive in the summer....wherever you turn, you see the joy of finally welcoming heat after the long dreary winter.
Sundays at the park- a cliche but like all of them, its true!
Joggers with 6 pack abs, those with beer guts, old mamas in sweaty vests- hotties both male n female on rollerblades and bikes...couples smooching, fighting, grandparents with kids in the fountains, desi hot dog vendors who tell you about how they are bringing up their kids( when u r a fellow brownie, they talk - rather loquaciously!), meandering lines of people waiting ever so patiently for that free ticket to Shakespeare in the Park, bearded oldies strumming a guitar and singing tunelessly at John Lennon's grave, kids dipping their feet in the green murky algae of the Great Pond, ducks drunkenly wobbling on mounds of rock- pre-Cambrian I believe...it's a smorgasbord of images and visuals.
If Times Square is the neon lit center of the universe, then Central Park is it's sylvan twin.
The entire city is like that- who needs LSD or PCP when just a stroll down the block gives you an infinite collage of visual and aural imagery? They say India can be cultural overload- so is it here- no wonder us brownies love this city so much.