The day sang with sunshine and temperatures that skimmed above freezing. Relative to just earlier this week, it felt like spring and with warmth came a lightness of being. I went to my Y4C yoga class on 72nd Street this afternoon carrying my Polaroid camera and yoga mat. Subconsciously, I think I knew I was going to take the long way home.
In the, ahem, 35 years I’ve lived in New York.
That line just gave me an ice cream headache. Has it really been thirty-five years?
I was going to mention that January flashed by but now I realize half my life sped by in a blink of an eye too! Anyway, my home has always been on the West Side of Manhattan. It wasn’t for any particular reason other than that’s where I could find available apartments. My earlier years were first at FIT, which is at 27th Street. There was a year of instability where an illegal sublet on 79th Street and a couch on 84th Street were my homes. I moved up around 107th Street and Broadway for nearly 7 years before moving to Chelsea. In all of the time I’ve lived here, I never walked along the Hudson River past 72nd Street.
That was, until today.
I left class after having spent 90 minutes stretching out my hips and arms and headed into Riverside Park and then towards the river’s edge. The light on the trees was just magical and birds chattered with enthusiasm. I think they too felt a reprieve from the winter doldrums. I kept walking north hoping to capture the beauty of the George Washington Bridge. It faded into the sky in all of my photos. The light was right for trees and not for bridges and it wasn’t until 125th Street that it completely faded as the sun set.
At 125th Street there is a dock that I walked out onto to capture the last wisp of light on the Hudson River. Ice caps floated downstream. The Iroquois referred to this river as Muhheakantuck which is a mouth full and not surprising that the name didn’t survive the test of time. It means river that flows two ways. Yep, the lower half of the Hudson isn’t a river at all but a tidal estuary. Sometimes you can see the water flowing down in one area and up in another. Once I snapped the last Polaroid, I caught the subway at 125th Street and headed home. It was a perfect afternoon.