Under the watchful eyes of their guardians of masonry and steel the citizens of New York frolic and play in the overgrown sandbox of their overgrown community. Even winter’s dictatorial flannel looming close overhead can’t completely repress the will of youthful recreation. While the sprite and lively spiral and salchow the now quite matured observers look down on the ancient natural landscape almost like aging grandparents enjoying a bench at a playground. There’s much to love about central park even if it’s reputation among many, even its stuffy neighbors, is less than virtuous. For those who wouldn’t think of cutting it’s length even if to just pass through, nostalgic wintry scenes such as this are unfortunately missed.