St. John's PDPI

     On 23 January, I left my dorm for a walk around the blocks. The afternoon was cloud and humid. Among several places to visit, I decided to pop into the Central Park which is stated two blocks from here. I have read about this place before coming to New York to be aware of . An urban park in the eastern portion of th Central upper West side of Manhatan here in N.Y. The Central Park was built by landscape and writer fredrick Law Olmsted and the English architect Calvert Vaux. It has been a National Historic landmark since 1962.
      It's winter time, I kept walking towards it. When I arrived there I did not expect to see the place in white as a whole. I stepped in despite the weather. My eyes tried to get some green spot somewhere. Where are those natural looking lakes and the walking tracks full of people? These enquiries flooded  my mind inside that huge whitish atmosphere. Then I left the place wondering about the next summer .

              Here goes a piece of poem I've written about it.

     Snow I know
Snow that falls on me
Closing my eyes and soul
Think of a colorful sea
But it's too late, I know

Snow that fades the clear dream
And blocks the track
And pushes me to go back
To remember what I've left.