This is the first time I can really remember being in Prospect Park. It's kind of a miracle this photo happened because, even now, I get lost the majority of the time I step further in than the running loop. That doesn't really stop me from going in, though, because this is one of my favorite places in New York. Once you get far enough in it's really possible to forget you're in a city. In Central Park you're always in the midst of skyscrapers looming over the treetops, but here I can lay underneath a tree and pretend I'm in the Cleveland Metroparks, or Hocking Hills.
Or, I can go to the band shell for live music, or set up at one of the public grills, or go down to the fields and play kickball, or run a 5K. Prospect Park is a place where I can be outside and really feel like I'm outside, with no walls of concrete and steel pressing in on me. It's one of the least claustrophobic places I can think of in the five boroughs, which is some of the highest praise I can give it.
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