those summer nights

i felt a little like i was in nyc walking through central park tonight.

we planned to go to the taste of chicago, but in the 100 degree weather, opted for a concert at lincoln park zoo instead. when the concert turned out to be a bust (NO where to sit on the lawn) we headed for the bar. a nice little walk down a number of busy city streets and we found ourselves hot and parched at duffy's.

the point of this story, and my opening statement about nyc, was the walk back. we cut through lincoln park. and that's one of the things i love most about cities: the parks in them. i loved the parks in vienna, central park in nyc, and now lincoln park in chicago. the moon was low, orange, and almost full. i just love the ponds, the reeds blowing in the warm summer breeze, the fresh smell of the outdoors, and all with a city skyline in the background. it was such a great walk back, and i felt as if i should walk there more often. like i should be living near enough to walk there more often. and i felt like you were supposed to be with me, holding my hand, taking a midnight stroll after a late dinner out and a bottle of wine. why do scenes like that come up in my head so often? and seem so natural? sometimes they feel so real, as if they were actually memories instead of things i imagine.