[…] The sun was still out, and heat permeated through the brownstones heading down Lenox Avenue. Some kids were walking out from the Marcus Garvey Park pool in their bathing suits hidden underneath their clothes with towels hanging on their necks. They looked refreshed, and their hair wet, ready to dry in the cool hours of soon to be evening. Me and my sister were dying of walking and searching for the amphitheater, which happened to be on the other side of the park. We asked a lady with gray dreadlocks for directions and she pointed us the right way. There wasn’t anyone around except for a few attendees. The play was still an hour away so we walked to Harlem Shake for burgers, fries, and a cool lemonade. We planned to come back and still find descent seats at the amphitheater for The Tempest. […]