"The edge of the sea has many voices, as I think of them, some booming, some frantic, some crashing. But the voice I respond most deeply to, listen most closely to, is one that whispers: a sussuration of water riffling across clacking stone, mingled with breezes catching in the high grass of the dunes. After years of first finding and then finally hearing and understanding what that voice can teach me, I have just begun to accept the relentless flux that is the condition of my life, of all our lives. Not young, not old; not betrothed, not alone; thinking back, looking forward; not broken, not quite whole anymore either. But present."
Dominique Browning,
Slow Love
We had an Indian summer day on Saturday. The heat returned, and everyone put on their summer clothes again. The crowd at the Brooklyn Bridge Park was happy to catch what could be the last hot day of the year, cooling their heels by the river. The Marble Ice Cream stand was doing a roaring trade. Everyone wanted their organic ice cream made from grass-fed cows' milk. We watched the sun set over the Statue of Liberty and wandered around DUMBO just as night fell. The Arts Festival was in full swing and we found ourselves marveling over various art installations that were set off so spectacularly against the historic architecture. People spilled all over the streets, happy to be out on such a beautiful night, partaking in the festive atmosphere. It was one of those times that New York City seems to offer just the right mix of nature and culture.
