My late-Saturday ride brought me to the light.
No, I didn't have a religious experience. Rather, the last dusk before Daylight Savings Time--a little more than a week before the Spring Equinox--cast a glow on this city's streets and seemed to capture the flickerings of hope so many yearn for, after a year of the pandemic.
Nurses are widely celebrated as heroes. They deserve an entryway like the one on this building, next to the Oxford Nursing Home. The fellow sitting in front (he offered to move; I told him "It's OK") and his friend told me that the building now serves as artists' studios and offices for arts organization. Not surprisingly, they added, the building was a residence for the nurses and other personnel.
The street on which it's located--South Oxford--is nestled among the Brooklyn Academy of Music, Atlantic Terminal-Barclays Center and recently-built offices. The Visiting Nurses building is just one treasure on a street chock-full of them. Oh, and I wasn't the only person on a bicycle.
