The Park in Glendale, According to Girl

The park in Glendale according to Girl: I called them cloud sculptures: Cinderella, Marilyn, Donald Duck, Elvis and the Eiffel Tower. The azure blue sky backdropped the creations.

The best place in the world to lie on a blanket and watch the cloud formations of everything from Disney animals to famous people and places was in the middle of the 538 acres of Forest Park. It is said to be on the edge of the Harbor Hill Moraine, from the glacier that molded Long Island 20,000 years ago. The parks terrain is "knob and kettle," a mix of ridges and irregular gullies.

The park was only a short distance from our apartment in Glendale. Late summer evenings when the sun graced the island, we would often take our crackers and cheese with a bottle of cheap wine and our only two wine glasses and walk up to the park. We preferred to find a grassy hill, without tree cover. I would lay the small simple wool blanket on the ground where we would toast the day, munch a bit and end up on our backs staring at the constantly changing white designs on the smooth canvas over our heads. We would spend hours in that park.

As the day would come to a close, when it was time to head back, Mike would lean up on an elbow, and look into my eyes. Then, his eyes would move to my lips, and before we knew it, a kiss.

This was the best summer I can ever remember. Even though it was coming to a close, the city was a million miles away at that moment. We were beginning to build a new life together.