Liquid memories. — A New York Moment
I find it difficult to remember most times that Manhattan is an island, and with being an island, is surrounded by water. I associate great bodies of water with fresh air, a peaceful calm, and wonderful smells. Living and working in New York City those three things hardly ever exist for me, instead I feel enclosed in concrete and human-waste, which is why I often forget that Manhattan is surrounded by water. The water, however, isn't safe and isn't clean. It's simply an extension of the concrete and human-waste world in the form of liquid instead of land. It smells bad, and it's ugly.
Now that the mornings are starting to warm and I dare say that spring is in the air, I've been experiencing an odd sort of momentary time travel when I step out onto the front porch of my apartment building. The sun hits me square in the face blinding me from seeing the post office and cars directly across the street. And then I am hit with a fresh air smell, the kind that you only get when you're near water, it smells newly born yet ancient, invigorating yet comforting. It smells like a warm worn pair of jeans dried outside on a laundry line in the sun and spring breeze. And in that moment of blindness and familiar smells I'm transported back to the shores of Lake Michigan, and in that moment I close my eyes and smile.
wow, i read your blog as it reminds me of new york in a very honest sense (i recently moved to LA) and your post today brought me back in such a visceral way. it also gave me a moment to think back to lazy start-at-noon college mornings (i am a recent grad from northwestern), and mornings on lake michigan make me smile too. just thanks i guess.
One day a long time ago, in a different land, we were on our way to Lake Michigan and you said Top-in-a-be. I will always remember. Topinabee
Or more accurately, Top-in-ah-be.
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