Watching bright orange fire slowly descend and disintegrate into pinks and violets that contrast the concrete outlines in the foreground.
My heart expands and offers the beauty that has surrounded me on this perfect Spring day to our unborn son.
Prospect Park bloomed into a new and exciting playground, capturing my imagination with bright pink blossoms, fiery yellow flowers, happy dogs of all breeds, and joyous humans of every kind.
These are the days that help me to remember how blissful it is to be human, how much my spirit is filled by the nature and humanity around me, and how much love fills my soul and will pour out into our son when he arrives in 3 weeks.
As I write on the rooftop, a bird sings her song, chirps her melody, creates her own unique call to welcome the sunsetting on another day and to wish us all a beautiful life. Her quirky tune fills my ears while the ice cream truck song is fading in the distance, and I look to my right to see the Manhattan skyline bathed in a dusty rose with Brooklyn watertower silhouettes pointing to the sky.
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