Who: Laura Meyhew and Ted Holloway What: Feeling the Force When: Monday Evening Where: Central Park, NYC
There were times when Laura hated summer in the city. The heat radiated off the pavement, blinding sunlight reflected down from the glass and steel of the buildings, people were extra cranky, and for some reason the entrance to the subway station by her apartment reeked in an extra special and unpleasant way, as though someone was frying goats.
Other times she loved it though. It was almost magic in the evening when the sun swept in at an altogether more agreeable angle and she could walk through the park, that big open space, an island of green in the middle of the looming gray and brown towers. It wasn't the sort of thing she usually did, but instead of walking straight through, Laura found a grassy spot where there weren't many people around and sat down. She couldn't think of any reason not to. Laura put aside her purse and the nearly empty bottle of water she'd been carrying and kicked off her strappy high-heels.
Sitting there she didn't feel so surly and sarcastic and neurotic. She felt calm and at one with nature and... luminous, the voice in her head supplied. She smiled. Laura could feel The Force flowing through her, just like the sunlight kissing her skin and the warm breeze flowing around her. Noticing a few rocks scattered around she tried to reach out with her mind and pick one up. Who cared if anyone saw?
When that worked she tried stacking one on top of the other, or making two hover gently above the ground at once.
This is nothing. You should try it standing on your head.
She laughed. "I think I'd better work up to that," she said out loud.