Some Summer

I wish you could see this photo spanning the full width of this page.  It looks magnificent splayed across my gigantic home computer screen.  It's a little less dreamy on my office monitor, but still, I can't stop staring at it.  

This is the view of a rather sedate Grand Central from the long weekend.  As it often does on long holiday weekends, the NYC was pleasantly less congested than usual.  Still plenty of traffic and pedestrians and buzz to keep you on your toes, but less enough bodies so that you don't brush against too many sweaty shoulders to get to wherever you're going.  

Then again, there was that one incident walking through that street fair in Chelsea.  A couple's granny cart wheel clipped my bare heel.  The owners, a young couple probably in their mid-twenties, flung up their arms and shook their heads in bored annoyance as to why someone would walk into their cart.  My reaction was similar, dramatically throwing up my hands and giving them a dirty look.  They seemed to have missed the fact that their cart hit my heel, which would mean that they ran into me, not the other way around, because people, even we eclectic ones in New York do not walk backwards through bustling street fairs.  Also, bare skin vs. metal?  Even if it had been my fault, the decent thing to have done would have been to stop and ask if I was all right.  Instead, they kept right on walking and me, like a child, fought the urge to chase after them and yank –hard– the girl's long hair.  I was pissed.  I thought it might bring me some closure, you know?

It was hot.  We were caught in the middle of a steaming street fair soaking in our own sweat.  And boy, was I cranky.  

Hi, summer.  I see that you've arrived.  Welcome.  

Grand Central Terminal.

Friday.  1:27 pm.  5 July.  2013