While riding to Randall's Island last week, I passed the block--9th Street, from the Noguchi Museum to a construction-supply store-- on which I lived before I moved to my current locale.
The day I moved there, nearly a decade ago, was almost frighteningly clear and blindingly hot. I had just left the last long-term relationship in which I'd been involved; I knew I was going to embark upon a part of my life I'd spent my life avoiding but which was absolutely necessary to become the person I've become, for better or worse.
I was struck by how much the light and shadows looked like the ones I saw the day I moved there:
When Velouria came to town for the New Amsterdam Bike Show, we rode down this block. It just happened to be along the way.
The day I moved there, nearly a decade ago, was almost frighteningly clear and blindingly hot. I had just left the last long-term relationship in which I'd been involved; I knew I was going to embark upon a part of my life I'd spent my life avoiding but which was absolutely necessary to become the person I've become, for better or worse.
I was struck by how much the light and shadows looked like the ones I saw the day I moved there:
When Velouria came to town for the New Amsterdam Bike Show, we rode down this block. It just happened to be along the way.
