The cloud-filled afternoon was well spent at the Columbus Ave. farmers’ market on Columbus and 79th, just across the way from the Natural History Museum. Alone, with no other plans for the day, I searched for the perfect cherry tomatoes, butter lettuce, and purple plums, and I even found a handmade beeswax candle with a cheerful Capricorn goat engraved in the glass—Julie will love it!
I bought a large kale-orange-apple juice and sat on a bench for what felt like a few hours. I thought about the tomato tart I wanted to make and how I needed to stop at the grocery store on the way home. But mostly I just watched families enter and exit the museum.
Stuffed toy woolly mammoths larger than their new owners appeared to be floating in midair but eventually hit the ground, dragged on the dirty sidewalk. Ice cream cones were purchased and sometimes dropped—if so, new ones were purchased and eaten. Dads pulled out their wallets; moms pulled out plastic zip bags full of crunchy snacks to distract their children from handheld devices. The sun crept through the clouds and made a few appearances. I couldn’t help but think about my parents and how little time we had spent together and how much the world has changed since I was nine years old.
As an intuitive astrologist, I am a keen observer of the cosmos along with the human experience. Sometimes I forget how much I enjoy pausing and observing the interesting people in my environment as well as their behaviors and interactions. This was truly an afternoon well spent.
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