romanced

Outdoor Artwork, Brooklyn I'm settling into a new phase of my love affair with Brooklyn. A year in, I feel a grounding-into similar to the feeling of having been married at the one-year mark. The honeymoon phase is waning, you've had a few (maybe many) surprises, and you're looking at the beloved with eyes that say, I love you--wrinkles and crazy habits and all. It's a knowing love that gradually replaces the imagining/wishing/hoping love. So, if a new phase of my Brooklyn love has begun, it's welcomed in with spring--and springtime in New York is like being romanced in the most effective way. If a place could take you out for a magical date, it would be like dwelling in Brooklyn in April and May. It is the ultimate apology for the last cold-shoulder season of darkness and silence. It is a renewal of Brooklyn's vows to permeate your life with beauty and vitality. It will be a new spring and summer for us, unlike the last years' because Lucy is a little mobile almost always free bird child now. She squeals chasing pigeons. She tackles slides and ladders as though she fancies herself an old pro. Her body might even catch up to that perception before the warm months leave us. We don't yet have old eyes that walk through our streets unseeing. We still see, and we appreciate this city with a steady, marital devotion.

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[Nicole]

I'm with you!
DC right now is breezy and 70; it's like a whole new world- yey!