1 It’s crisp but not yet glove weather. Elongated shadows fall from the autumn sun. Above the sky is so blue it looks unreal.
2 People are seated along the path, faces turned up toward the sun. Construction workers eat their lunches together in Spanish. Empty benches line the shaded side of the street.
3 Girls in short plaid school uniforms drift in bunches. A couple walks slowly, holding hands. A nanny sings softly to the child in her carriage.
4 Dogs wait patiently as their owners chat. Squirrels chase each other, rustling leaves and bouncing branches. Birds call in many languages; I only see sparrows and starlings.
5 The remains of the Marathon are piled up along Fifth Avenue. Vestiges of Halloween decorations still linger on buildings. Pine cones and needles mingle with oak leaves on the ground.
Brendan at earthweal discussed this week the intimacy of our landscapes. He suggested “a walk on the wild side”. This is not exactly a wild walk, but it’s my landscape, where I often go both to get from Point A to Point B here in the city, and to get outside of myself.