Central Park in New York City covers 840 acres. We know this because Google tells us so. The highest point in the park is a little grassy spot called Summit Rock. Google will tell you that too, but if you go there you know it without googling — the winding climb to get the summit gives you the idea. And once you do get there, while it’s not the utmost in privacy, it’s tucked away enough to give a dozen topless women a chance to relax without worrying unduly about being the center of too many spectators’ attention.

Not that we object to spectators, and we did encounter a few. Some dogwalkers passed us by, and some plain old walker walkers. There were picnickers in the distance, enjoying the same lawn we were, and why not? Peaceful coexistence is what it’s all about.

The dozen of us flowed in and out as the afternoon wound on, and included first-timers and long-timers, singles and couples, students and teachers (not from the same school!). People came from way downtown and way uptown and the outer boroughs; in a first for us, one was driven to the event by her dad.

We came with our usual accoutrements: something to eat, something to read. (What goes together better than a blackberry and a Bradbury?)

We hydrated.

We made each other laugh.

And we kept ourselves cool.

This was in September, when the weather was still warm, though on the edge of turning. It has since turned. But we remain hopeful — call it foolish optimism if you must — that October or maybe even November might hold a day or two warm enough to return. It has happened before. Not every year, but from time to time. (One time even in December!)

But we knew as we met that it was likely to be for one of the last times this season. In recognition of current circumstances, everyone wore masks coming and going and for the most part maintained social distance. Both facts added a touch of melancholy to the proceedings. But seeing friends is still seeing friends, and being topless outdoors is still being topless outdoors, and what a true and inexpressible joy both can be.

If you’re an open-minded woman in the New York area (or at least curious), we hope you’ll join us sometime and experience that joy for yourself. It may have to wait until ’21 — so many things will. But the opportunity will come, and when it does, we hope you will too.