A very real and whole feeling 20 minutes a couple afternoons ago:

I am running in Central Park- a big old open field called Sheep's Meadow, to be exact. There are people scattered across the lawn erratically, all seeming content to soak up the sweet rays of early summer sun, if only for this moment. There is no path. Just this big open space, and I meander, even though I'm running, from one end to the other. Without thinking, I do a few ninja-style diving rolls. It feels good to move and leap and be alive. I am wearing a T-shirt with the perfect question printed across the front: "What's a nice girl like me doing in a place like this?" I smile to myself as I ponder the question, but the sun is shining down and the answer doesn't seem to matter just now, so I roll up the bottom of the shirt to let my baby buddha belly soak up a little sun too and keep on keepin on. : )

For these precious moments, it's easy breezy.