By: Gabriela Yareliz
Today, I walked out of my building feeling a light 68-degree breeze. Marvelous. It was one of those wind-blowing-through-your-hair days. Restaurants had the outdoor seating ready for sunshine and bonheur.
On my stroll, I saw a woman tangled and fighting with her Dalmatian and Yorkie’s leashes; two male servers in an empty restaurant glued to a television’s crying guest on a dramatic talk show; students dressed to the nines deciding what overpriced drink to purchase while flicking their cigarettes– all this happening many blocks away from the law school (this means I escaped) and its fluorescent chilly rooms, filled with the sound of highlighters swiping, weak typing and spoons scraping yogurt cups.
Today, New York was alive. It wasn’t just alive, but it was happy.
This morning, I found a blessing in being reminded to keep perspective. Perspective is something we can easily lose. From my many walks and explorations at different heights, levels and angles– I am encouraged to remember that perspective can often make you see something ordinary as beautiful.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 