Morning Runs.

Most weekends I run the West Side Highway Running Path, a stretch that runs from the bottom of the island way up to the George Washington Bridge. It's beautiful and not far from our apartment, but I've been craving a new route - something distracting.

On Saturday I woke up in the wee hours of a lovely, temperate morning and headed up to Central Park (about 10 blocks from our apartment) for a run. And it was decided. There is nothing more perfect than the Bethesda Fountain before the waking of the world. I mean really, New York. I dare you to make me love you any more than I do in these moments.

(for larger-than-life places)
(for running shoes, even when they're way beyond being broken in)
(for city squirrels, who know exactly what they want and are not afraid to eat out of your hand to get it)