Almost Spring
New York, New York: what a contradictory town. Elsewhere, the driven snow stays pure until it melts. Here, it takes on a color not found in nature: the color of carbon emissions.
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How nice, during a storm, to have street sheds to walk under. They're protection against debris that might fall during the repointing of the city's apartment buildings' trillions of bricks. Melting snow, however, turns them into erratic showerheads. Having taken the picture of the filthy snow, I had to dodge the droplets.
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Walking out of Barnes & Noble, which I visited for another pair of reading glasses but where I ended up buying three terrific but quite unnecessary books, I decided to take a walk down to the river, to see which way it was flowing. It felt miraculous to be alive in New York City, just a few blocks from the East River (which is not a river but a strait - hence the change in the direction of the flow). The end of February is hardly spring, but there was a caressing mildness in the air that made staying outdoors seem like a good idea - not a statement that could have been made during the past weeks.
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It was great fun to watch the dogs in the big-dog run. Antics galore. I also enjoyed the grandparent's pleasure of not having to take care of any of them. I moved on to what in a few months will be a hypnotic view. Stay tuned.
Better yet, visit Carl Schurz Park. Just take the Lex to 86th Street and head downhill. Don't hesitate to ask directions; you may very well find that you're asking me, as I'm on my way, in the other direction, to the Museum.
