Friday, March 31, 2006
Let me count the ways
New York,
At times you drive me to tear hairs from my scalp, but at the end of the day, you & I are pretty dang compatible. Take this morning: I was due for a speed session, so to your East River-side track I ran. Four 800 intervals later (today, no fun), I hit the fitness station just south of said track. I'd never made use of it till this morning, but w/ the sun shining so bright and warm, the gym was not calling my name (or if it was, I wasn't listening). I took a few turns on the monkey bars (monkey bars!), mourning longlost days of endless, effortless swinging as I struggled to heave my adult body from one grip to the next. But I managed well enough, and afterward, lunging in place, I stared out across the river, its waters strangely blue, and I took in the weathered beauty of your Brooklyn.
It's like I mouthed--nay, said out loud--to your sky last night while standing rooftop: "New York, I love what you're doing for me."
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You remind me of Whitman's lyric words about New York! MM