Флайт I had a wonderful walk in Central Park last summer. It was neither hot nor cold.
The sun was shining. There were some clouds in the sky.
I was standing at the main fountain and looking at it when I saw a boy riding a bicycle. He could do it very fast! I felt a gust of wind when he had rode near me. I shouted him not to ride too fast in the place where there were many people walking with their children.