There's a little bit of wonder and amazement you feel when you experience something rather extraordinary for the first time. Sometimes you can almost sense how it will now become part of your future thought life and existence, the 'palm at the end of the mind.' For me, this happened last night when I went to Delacorte Theater in Central Park to attend Shakespeare in the Park, a summertime tradition for New Yorkers since 1954, though I had never been.
It was a warm and very lovely summer night about an hour or so before dusk. The weekend's humidity and stickiness had gone from the air and the relief of a light breeze had returned. As twilight fell to night, the swaying trees and Belvedere Castle and misty fog and lights in the dark became part of the actual play itself to me.
The open air setting alone was magical, and a yet a mere canvas for the great actors from The Public Theater's Shakespeare in the Park repertory company, bringing to life the powerful words and masterful storytelling of William Shakespeare.
Interesting how you wake up one morning and think you're going to have a rather run-of-the-mill Tuesday.
What a pleasure to be wrong.
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