That serene scene doesn't last very long in this city but I was able to enjoy it for a few hours on Friday afternoon.
I was working from home in the morning and I could hear the kids on the playground eight floors down screaming and laughing. Hearing children laughing is one of my favorite sounds. It's easy to enjoy it from way up high because usually when I am outside during their lunch break or right after school I just want to pass them as quickly as possible. They usually knock you over with their huge backpacks and yell in your face, they don't let you walk and they sit on your car. I love kids though. Let's be honest - hundreds of kids at the same time will drive anyone a bit batty. But, from the comfort of my own apartment it sounds like an explosion of fun and happiness.
I went downtown for a commission in the late afternoon. I'm glad I had a job because otherwise I would have spent the entire day indoors working on photographs. The day was something to be experienced. Battery Park was quiet with hardly any footprints on the fresh snow. This is what I love about New York (one of the many things I love about my city) - a place like Battery Park, usually over-run with tourists and t-shirt salesmen and class trips and harried New Yorkers can look like a scene from a fairy tale on a random, snowy Friday afternoon. It was magical.
If you live outside of a city, or ever travel to the suburbs or the country you will know what I'm talking about - you know that sound you hear in the winter - that sound of nothingness. That silence that seems to penetrate you and almost touch your soul? You know that sound. And, you know that freshness that touches your face - the only skin that is exposed because it is too cold to be without coat, hat, scarf, gloves. I love that sound and that crisp air on my cheek. It's the sound of peace and calm. I rarely hear that sound and not only because I live in the busiest, loudest and most fascinating city in the world. I rarely hear that sound because I usually have so many thoughts swirling around in my head, vying for attention, that it is nearly impossible to hear that silence. On Friday, in Battery Park, I heard it. It has been a long while since I heard it. But, I did. It was too frigid to stand there for very long but I enjoyed it while I could. I'm hoping I hear it again soon. Hoping.
Can you hear it?
Nouvelle Vague - In a Manner of Speaking
Unfortunately I got sick after being out there all day but it was worth it.