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Last Saturday I flew into NYC. It was a beautiful day, bright and sunny, but cool. My entire visit was blessed by perfect fall weather.
The air was crisp, and fresh. The fall leaves were brilliant. It was great walking weather. (I was warm enough in a sweater, but cool enough to stride down broadway without breaking a sweat.) This is good news, since walking and NYC are indivisible in my mind.
NYC was beautiful in my eyes this visit. As the taxi (i'm spoiled) approached my grandmothers apartment i had this feeling of coming home. My grandmother lives on the upper west side, just a block or so from Columbia. Her home is on the 13th floor overlooking Riverside park, and the Hudson river. It is one of the most peaceful places i've been. It is a haven from the bustling city outside. The most pervasive noise is the ticking of a clock. It feels clean, and fresh. The strongest smell is that seeping from the steam radiators. Steam heat will always make me feel safe and warm.
I love sitting in the window and watching the boats sail up and down the river. I love the fact that i've been looking at the Hess tanks in New Jersey for as long as i can remember. I love the fact that there are a million good bookstores within 40 blocks.
Apparantly the upper west side of NYC is taboo to young folks - it is the hold of the old and conservative - but i can't help but to love it.
It was a beautiful weekend to stand watching for a friend outside of the Natural History Museum, and to run through the park, with the breeze on my face. It was a great weekend to walk into a bar in Brooklyn and be glad for the warmth on my hands, and yet savor the coolness of a beer on my lips.
On Monday I flew into New Orleans, and then drove to Biloxi. The weather felt like a June evening. It was warm and moist, but not too overwhelming.
On Tuesday it stormed. The day was dark, dark enough so that it still looked like night when i woke to join the day. The drops were fat and wet, and a two minute walk to the car resulted in soaking clothes. The wind whipped around the trees, and stirred the ocean into white caps. I dreamed of being able to walk up the beach, dancing between the rain drops.
Then it was nice again. A walk on the beach on Wednesday night yielded soft sand. The gulf water was warm to the touch.
THursday dawned bright. I was warm in my jeans, and needed to avoid the sun for comfort. (I could have been wearing shorts, and been much happier.) Still, it was peaceful. Flowers still bloom in Mississippi in October. The live oaks are still green and vibrant.
I saw an incredible tree, with branches spanning an area the size of my house. The entire south seemed clothed in greenery, with cool shady leaves stretching over the area.
Thursday night, i flew into Denver.
It was snowing in Denver, and we were close to the ground before we could differentiate white fields from the white clouds. The air was brisk as i walked off the plane, like a blast of energy into my brain.
Perhaps this was the first snow of the year. The field were purely white, with undisturbed drifts. The chilly air was calling me to bundle up in my sweater and walk outside to watch the snow flakes fall to the earth.
Seattle this week has been blessed by fall. It is quite cool at night, but warm and sunny during the day. The leaves fallen in my yard were crusted in frost this morning. It would be a great day for a hike in the woods.
Last Saturday I flew into NYC. It was a beautiful day, bright and sunny, but cool. My entire visit was blessed by perfect fall weather.
The air was crisp, and fresh. The fall leaves were brilliant. It was great walking weather. (I was warm enough in a sweater, but cool enough to stride down broadway without breaking a sweat.) This is good news, since walking and NYC are indivisible in my mind.
NYC was beautiful in my eyes this visit. As the taxi (i'm spoiled) approached my grandmothers apartment i had this feeling of coming home. My grandmother lives on the upper west side, just a block or so from Columbia. Her home is on the 13th floor overlooking Riverside park, and the Hudson river. It is one of the most peaceful places i've been. It is a haven from the bustling city outside. The most pervasive noise is the ticking of a clock. It feels clean, and fresh. The strongest smell is that seeping from the steam radiators. Steam heat will always make me feel safe and warm.
I love sitting in the window and watching the boats sail up and down the river. I love the fact that i've been looking at the Hess tanks in New Jersey for as long as i can remember. I love the fact that there are a million good bookstores within 40 blocks.
Apparantly the upper west side of NYC is taboo to young folks - it is the hold of the old and conservative - but i can't help but to love it.
It was a beautiful weekend to stand watching for a friend outside of the Natural History Museum, and to run through the park, with the breeze on my face. It was a great weekend to walk into a bar in Brooklyn and be glad for the warmth on my hands, and yet savor the coolness of a beer on my lips.
On Monday I flew into New Orleans, and then drove to Biloxi. The weather felt like a June evening. It was warm and moist, but not too overwhelming.
On Tuesday it stormed. The day was dark, dark enough so that it still looked like night when i woke to join the day. The drops were fat and wet, and a two minute walk to the car resulted in soaking clothes. The wind whipped around the trees, and stirred the ocean into white caps. I dreamed of being able to walk up the beach, dancing between the rain drops.
Then it was nice again. A walk on the beach on Wednesday night yielded soft sand. The gulf water was warm to the touch.
THursday dawned bright. I was warm in my jeans, and needed to avoid the sun for comfort. (I could have been wearing shorts, and been much happier.) Still, it was peaceful. Flowers still bloom in Mississippi in October. The live oaks are still green and vibrant.
I saw an incredible tree, with branches spanning an area the size of my house. The entire south seemed clothed in greenery, with cool shady leaves stretching over the area.
Thursday night, i flew into Denver.
It was snowing in Denver, and we were close to the ground before we could differentiate white fields from the white clouds. The air was brisk as i walked off the plane, like a blast of energy into my brain.
Perhaps this was the first snow of the year. The field were purely white, with undisturbed drifts. The chilly air was calling me to bundle up in my sweater and walk outside to watch the snow flakes fall to the earth.
Seattle this week has been blessed by fall. It is quite cool at night, but warm and sunny during the day. The leaves fallen in my yard were crusted in frost this morning. It would be a great day for a hike in the woods.
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Date: 2002-11-04 02:49 pm (UTC)However, Grandmother's apartment is on the 12th floor. This is why you have to press "12" in the elevator :P
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Date: 2002-11-04 03:07 pm (UTC)I don't think i would ever really want to live in NYC. I think it would wear thin on me quickly. But it is still an amazing place.
It is both more formal and more casual, more conservative and more liberal, more bedraggled and more vibrant than most places.
Strangely, i was relishing in the greenness of NYC - all the trees and parks. (I guess the upper west side is a good place for parks.) I really miss walking around the city, and i miss good public transit. I miss the characters of all the neighborhoods.
mmmm...