"...Time and again"

I set my dark matter pocket watch for Central Park.

Just south of the Bridge. October 16th 4:02pm 1956~CE.

I come here often. Temporal mechanics being as it is I never meet myself.

There's peace in this time in these few acres.

The climate not yet visibly changed. A chill in the air the colors at peak.

In my base time the 2020's it would still be warm with no colors whatever. In this 'when' gents in fedora's women in skirts children in cowgirl, and cowboy outfits.

I remember I had one too.

Wind color clouds.

All here enjoy the peace of not knowing what's coming, and little of what's already happened.

I sat on a 1956 park bench dressed for the 21st century.

Yet as always in New York getting no notice. ...I slept.