no, not the movie
I love to walk. And since I got my iPod...I really really enjoy it. With my choice of music on hand and nothing but the sidewalk in front of me, I walk and soak in the world around me.
I LOVE living in NY. LOVE IT. It is such a fantastic array of different people and scenarios. You never know what you're going to see and experience next just by being outside.
My walks home from where ever I am have often led me to a mental dialogue of a short-story type nature. So I've decided to start this blog to put my thoughts down on virtual paper. The music I play while walking ranges from classical to blues, jazz, alternative, rock, swing, oldies, country and sometimes everything in between. It often plays a role in the way I see what's around me. My head is flooded with images all the time. I've always been this way. Now I am putting my creative-ness to another use. I see things in pictures so often wishing I had my camera but knowing at the same time that there is now way I could capture the small bit of the world around me as I just saw it.
Yesterday it rained, all day. A bit of a chilly day where we start to take out our warmer raincoats in exchange for just the umbrella often sufficient enough during the summer months. I saw a Grandma sporting a raincoat that would best be described as that which Paddington the Bear wore. She was holding the hand of what I assume to be her Granddaughter. She too was donned in a raincoat but hers was a bright pink, like a gerbera daisy. They rushed through the rain holding hands and the little girl didn't seem to mind the rain as she stomped through the puddles near the cracks in the sidewalk like it was her duty. They just happen to pass a brownstone that had a huge array of pink flowers at the bottom of the steps. That is when I passed them on the sidewalk...click...that would have been a great picture.
I love it when it rains. It's something about the air. I love it.
Before seeing Gram and kiddy I was about to cross a street and turned to make sure there weren't any cards coming and happen to see a young lady walking in the street. Her legs appeared of something that could best be described as jaundice. A terrible description I know. I knew I could not be seeing this right, as she was dressed trendy but conservative in her black trenchcoat and scarf carrying a bottle of wine in a bag that would fit nothing else. As she got closer I realized she had on yellow stockings. As much as it was ringing in my head that someone should have stopped her from wearing those before walking out the door it made me want to applaud her for being so bold and actually be getting away with it. NO one could pull off those stockings...but she has a bit of a spring in her step and she wanted a fun color in her wardrobe that day. Was the spring in her step due to something good that happened to her recently I wondered beyond the yellow hose. Or was the event soon-to-come for which that bottle of wine would play an active role? Hm...made me smile.
Today...on my way home, I took a different road. Just as I crossed the street mid-way down the street I was about to step on the sidewalk when I heard a rumbling. Although I have my music going I can still hear what's going on around me. I turned and saw what was a very determined little boy on a big wheel barreling down the sidewalk. We met at a point in the sidewalk where one part of the walk was higher than the other and it was an effort for him to get his "rig" over the hump. He did so and just then we looked at each other and he said "wow, that was hard" with a huge grin on his face. I laughed. He continued on down the sidewalk with who I guess was his Dad and another sibling not far behind me. When he realized he'd gone far enough without his Dad being close he "parked" his big wheel, got off and sat on a stump that served as a small seat for him until his Dad caught up to him. He was with his elbow on this knee and chin in his hand, staying true to the hard-core biker that he was. He was probably all of 4 years old. ....click...another moment
