Spring in New York is a playground for adults. This past weekend I reverted to childhood and was happy about my state of mind. A group of friends and I decided, however crazy of an idea it was, to walk the length of Manhattan, from the bridge to the Bronx to Battery Park.
We took Broadway. We walked from Inwood through Washington Heights to Harlem, through Columbia University to the Upper West Side, through midtown, Columbus circle, Times Square, by Macy’s, the Flatiorn building, through Union Square, the East Village, Soho, and China Town then dragged our tired feet across Wall Street and the Financial District and ran around the Bowling Green before crashing on Benches to watch the sun sink over the statue of liberty.
In case you were wondering it’s about 14 miles.
Though there is nothing particularly exciting to tell the day was perfect. Sunshine, mid 70’s, marshmallow clouds, friendly people and the sounds of the streets are the blocks of memory. It was a day of restful travel and thought. Seeing the city at length makes you think about it differently.
Somehow now, after experiencing the actual size of this place it feels more alive and more like home. It’s a gentle giant, really, and doesn’t mind revealing it’s secret soft side. You just have to look for it.
