The first “nice” day of the year in New York is always a spectacle. Many trudge up the trails near the East river all year and especially winter. But, when the sun has finally won the battle – that first “nice” day of the year – it is hard to miss the joyful lull in people’s steps.
On this first nice day, with some pep in my step, I walked by the river to see my favorite things – geese by the pier, my favorite flowering tree next to the giant rocks, the squeaky wood on the boardwalk right before the alcove. Without hesitation right after the alcove, my feet gravitated to the path that cuts through a small patch of dirt – my usual route during the summer. But the path was gone. The snowfall from the winter had erased the path.
It was a beautiful reminder – Nothing is set. There is always opportunity to forge a new path.
New beginnings await!
