The Lake — Attraction in New York

The air is humid and warm, a kind thought that knows I feel loved by its touch on my skin, where it melts into me on a day like today that feels a little less than whole. I came to sit by the water, so maybe I could be the girl who sits by the water who, if you turned a close eye to the very center of her beating heart, has quiet peace and fullness. I wanted that instead of what I find in my center today- a hole, a little less than whole. Walking down a muddy side path, the ground was crossed with a snail’s silver remembering of time. Or maybe the silver was mica. The same sheets of silver I saw in the dream of my childhood- silver sheets of rock, a field making the sound of rain and clapping beneath my feet, curving like an iris against gray clouds, between which a lone kangaroo bridged the ground and the sky as it turned to look at me. The water’s surface moves like it’s raining, though it isn’t. I think about how rain falling into a pond is just water rejoining itself. The sun kisses my right side. A turtle’s shell is peeling off. The clouds open up windows of blue above the city. I settle more into the rock. Around me, there is what is. An elderly couple watches the turtles. Families glide green canoes across green glass, and their voices skim across the water like ice skims across ice. I have come during summer, and the flowers murmur in the breeze, reminding me to be slow and listen. And a lot of people have come to sit on this silver rock and look at the water like me. The city breathes beyond the tree edges. Pictures are taken, someone stumbles and laughs. I stand to go and the rock surface has left thoughts of a burnt red ocean on the backs of my thighs. I wonder if I’ve become more like the girl that I wanted to be when I arrived, someone whose heart has peace and quiet where mine has a hole (today). Maybe I have. Do I feel a little more full, has the hole sighed in upon itself for a moment? I don’t know. But it’s nice to sit for a moment, while other people have come here too. I’m sure they are thinking about whatever it is that lives at the center of their own quietly beating...

Central Park's Lake takes on a magical transformation in winter, turning into a serene wonderland where nature and the city's skyline harmonize in a breathtaking symphony. As temperatures drop and snow blankets the landscape, The Lake becomes a picturesque winter wonderland. The water's surface may freeze over, creating a pristine, icy expanse that reflects the surrounding trees and buildings.

The combination of frozen waters, frosted trees, and the occasional snowfall paints a scene that's nothing short of enchanting. It's a photographer's dream, with every angle offering a postcard-perfect view. Despite being in the heart of a bustling city, the Lake in winter offers a sense of serenity. The hushed stillness, broken only by the crunch of snow underfoot, invites contemplation and relaxation.

Depending on the weather conditions, you might spot ice skaters gracefully gliding across the frozen lake, adding a touch of romance to the setting. Nearby, the iconic Bow Bridge provides a stunning backdrop for winter strolls. Winter is also a great time for birdwatching, as you might catch a glimpse of ducks and other waterfowl that make the frozen lake their temporary home.

Central Park's Lake in winter is a testament to the park's versatility and its ability to offer different experiences throughout the year. Whether you're seeking a peaceful escape or a snowy adventure, this wintry landscape is a five-star destination that showcases the harmony between nature...

The Lake is a major body of water in Central Park – second in size (with a span of 20 acres). Alongside The Ramble, it was vital to the Greensward Plan, forming the heart and soul of Central Park. It was first designed as an ice-skating rink, and was used as such until the mid-1950s, when The Wollman Rink was created. However, The Lake’s main purpose is the same to this very day – boating. Hundreds of thousands visit Central Park each month with the sole purpose of getting into a boat and rowing in the heart of Manhattan. The removal of the rink benefited the wildlife in Central Park, bringing back multiple bird species that use it as a winter habitat. Boating is a religion, rivaling biking. You can rent a boat at the Loeb Boathouse. It fields a fleet of 100 boats. They can accommodate up to 4 passengers. The renting cost is $15 with a $20 deposit and a life jacket. Boating is a widely used for romantic dates because it allows you to escape the crowds. And the views form the middle of the lake towards the New York are exceptional. However, if you want to take your experience to the next level, then rent a gondola. Yes, like those in Venice. Actually they are a gift from the city of Venice, and are a huge it in the park. They cost $45 to rent for half an hour, and are so popular that I had to call and reserve one a week...