How I miss Madison Square Garden

Yes. How I miss Madison Square Garden. A reverie…the back garden filled with trellised vines, big terra cotta pots of wild plants, covered in moss, singing the character, texture and colors of verdigris.

Tiny pebbles and stones, aged. The leafy canopies of trees, a different color as each passing season welcomed friends. Little tucked away surprises and secrets, a fairytale of laughter and yet areas of solitude.

Times change. Tastes change. For every door that closes another door opens. But memories remain.

Jahn Levitt

Laguna Beach