Things always look brighter on a beautiful spring day, when I wake up to birds chirping, and feel almost as though I live in the country.
Live on the ninth floor so I see tops of brownstones, and some large buildings from my living room. The bedroom faces the courtyard. Remember “Rear Window? or “Rear View.” Oh my perfect memory isn’t right now. Some movie with James Stewart–get that remark a lot as I can peer into the worlds of my neighbors.
Some have decks, gardens, and things like that. Me, I just have Riverside Park where the front apartments face.
Riverside Drive and Park are both cold and windy in winter. I went to the park for the first time since late fall the other day, and sat on the “new” Trump Pier off 70th Street. Some kind of optical illusion makes you think that it goes two thirds of the way to Jersey, until you get to the end, and see it’s still a long way off.
When I sit on the pier, I feel revived. The subtle breezes from the Hudson River bring salt water, I can see the 79th Street Boat Basin, the George (Washington Bridge.) Even my building which always looks beautiful, with a white stripe across a high floor like gift wrapping.
Then I take a long walk. That’s a whole other story.