Monday, April 06, 2009

Rain Dogs on the Prowl



The baby fell asleep in the carrier, in the rain. Rather than take her home why not play hooky for an hour and let her finish what she started. The days when I could spend a Sunday walking the streets and decompressing are long gone, but a short walk with a sleeping kid can be just what the doctor ordered.

In the course of her nap we managed to work our way through Alphabet City and over to see the piles of mud from the construction on East River Park. It's funny how the world can sometimes seem to open up to you at the most mundane times. Sometimes for a few moments I can forget about things, and all the scarred bricks and dead branches can seem to jump with life. After many years in New York it's easy to take it for granted, but sometimes I can get back into that head where everything was so new and full of strange wonder, where even a gray, pissy morning on the Lower East Side was potentially a film noir masterpiece waiting to happen.

The rain stopped as we passed some former haunts on Avenue A. My daughter woke up, looked around, and buried her head in my neck.

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