So I was rollerblading through Central Park this evening, gorgeous blue skies above me and smooth asphalt below my feet when my aural glands picked up the sound of a saxaphone crooning along with simple drums and a rhythmic bass. Identifying them with my visual glands, I parked my tired back on a bench in a leafy part of the park with giant statues lining the cobbled walkway and enjoyed their sound for a few minutes and gave myself a breather.
Is this a dream?
On the way out, the sensual glands on my face were nearly stimulated by the cobbled walkway when I tripped on a small twig.
Somewhat lacking of grace,
J.
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