Some time ago, someone told me how he planned to propose marriage to the woman of his life. His project included a pretty day in New York, a walk in Central Park, and the suggestion of a rowboat ride. In the middle of the pond, he would tell her one more time how much he loves her, offered her a lovely ring, and popped the question, which he expected that would be answered with an enthusiastic “Yes, I do!”.

Fortunately, it didn’t happen in this way. I agree with her that it would have been too romantic and the episode would need to be classified as top secret, something to tell nobody. Actually, in my mind, I like to add some humor to the situation and imagine the ring dropping into the water or a sudden heavy rain, something that would jinx the declaration and turn it to a funny story.

However, taking this picture, I realize that this is, more or less, the moment that they missed and I have to admit that, although it is corny, it is also beautiful and, therefore, forgivable.

Central Park, New York (USA)