There may be a few places in the world as magical as Wollman Rink in Central Park right after a snowfall, but I’m not sure where they are. The last time I skated it was October — tee shirt weather. The Willow Tree was still full of long, green leaves.

Tonite the Willow Tree branches were yellow and bare, better to see the snowy hills of Central Park. It’s dreamy skating under the Willow Tree. If you look up at the branches as you glide beneath, you can have an out-of-body experience.

The thumping music really moves you at Wollman. The DJ plays mash ups, oldies and hip hop. He will take your request. At least, he always takes mine.

I knocked on the DJ’s glass door tonite (as I did in October) to ask, “Could you play, ‘We No Speak Americano!'” I love that song and it’s perfect for skating around and around while holding your friend’s or your child’s hand.

I don’t want to brag (too much) but I have yet to see any adult skate as much as me — not counting the real professional-type skaters who make skating look like dancing.

I’m not particularly good at skating, but in the words of Valerie Plame from the movie “Fair Game,” “I have no breaking point.” I never tire.

I never tire of New York City’s beauty either, especially the parks. Here’s an example. This was my view around 5 pm as I waited for the downtown M5 bus on Riverside Park. 

Every night on Riverside Drive there is a show. It is the sunset. I just have to remember to look West to catch it. Sometimes I do remember to stop and notice the show. I make my kids come outside to see the sunset too. Sometimes they thank me.