Spring has sprung, and with it a host of realisations about the city I call home.
New York can be beautiful.
I'm not talking about the aesthetic merits of the architecture of an individual building, nor the sweep of majesty presented to the upward-pointing eye beneath the looming towers of smoked glass, steel, concrete and brickwork. And not even the sense in which an ant farm can be beautiful, when you being to understand a little of how the teeming mass functions as a whole.
I'm talking about sunshine and warmth - something, as a March visitor and an October immigrant, I haven't seen in New York. I'm talking about the blooming of the spindly black-branched trees which were so much background in Winter, the sensation of sitting in a packed city square at lunchtime and enjoying the sun through the flowers in the trees, the breeze on your face, and the sight of traffic and buildings and tarmac and blue sky and architecture and youth and beauty and age and grace and curiosity and all of these sights and sensations in one sweep of your eyes up and around from your lunchtime reading.
And the sound of it all.
I know warmth and weather has a lot to do with it, but come on, I'm letting them have a lot to do with it, and I'm seeing the city in a whole new, brighter light.
Hell, I liked it here when it was colder than I'd ever thought possible.
Glad to hear you're enjoying the spring! Every spring and fall I'm reminded why I love this town, it really shines.
But in response to your comment on your last post, you do NOT have enough cooling power for your apartment. It's an unattainable goal. You'll see.
I want to be in New York. Now. New York burns even more brightly from miles away.