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One day last week I was tempted down a different street on my way to work.

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I've walked this street before, as a teenager.

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My family would spend weekends in town and shop and visit museums and...

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my dad would bring my mom to this very street.

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My parents would browse and shop and buy and I would roll my eyes and heave and sigh and want to head uptown. Or downtown. OR to Serendipty. OR ANYWHERE but there. Plants!
Boring!

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But, last week, on my way to work, that street felt very different.

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The air felt cooler. (see my splint?!)

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The atmosphere was bustling but in a happy way.

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Look at that delivery!

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The air smelled fresh and green. (yes, air can smell green)

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Inspiration was all around me.

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It was like another world.

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By the time I had walked to the end of the street,

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I felt rejuvenated.

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And it was only 8:15.

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mizz_b said…
I work two streets over and often "escape" from the publishing world to that little oasis.
9:49 AM
RW said…
Intriguing.
An oasis in the middle of the city.
10:06 AM
Badger said…
Ooo! Nice.

Although I have to say, something about that very first photo up there evokes Cloverfield for me. I'm experiencing a bit of cognitive dissonance, yo.
10:20 AM
dan renzi said…
you were invigorated by all the oxygen in the air.
10:59 AM
Tuli said…
The best job I ever had was in a flower shop. My shifts there left me invigorated and grateful that I got to work with flowers all day -- even when we were doing funeral work.
11:12 AM
smalltownmom said…
I wish all detours were so beautiful.
11:25 AM
Anonymous said…
I bet you did and thank you, it was a lovely detour.
Paola
11:39 AM
Anonymous said…
You need to walk that street every morning. Or at least once a week. I feel invigorated and I just looked at the photos. It's like a teeny tiny park bursting with life, right there in the middle of all the concrete.
11:59 AM
Mulberry Girls said…
That's my hood..BB where I spend most of my time. I among others things a floral designer. I am in there choosing flowers almost every weekend of my life. It is a glorious area to walk in. I remember my first trip in as a worker bee for another florist..it was a grimey nyc summer day. I was hot and tired and it was only 6am..I was walking along when this ugly old truck, beat up and scared pulled up to the corner. The guy jumped out and proceeded top open the back door..the door slide up and as it did I caught a glimpse of blue. The intensity of the color stopped me in my tracks..as the door was fully open, the whole grimey ugly mess of truck was filled from floor to ceiling with the most intense blue hydrangeas I have ever seen..masses of blue and purple heads, the size of dinner plates. I think its my favorite memory of NYC. The contrast between the grime of the city and the beauty of the flowers..I will never forget that site
2:28 PM
Jen on the Edge said…
I feel uplifted now too. Thank you.
2:59 PM
ree said…
Plants and flowers have that effect on me, too. What a beautiful walk.
9:53 PM
Wendy said…
lovely
10:45 PM
Anonymous said…
You most certainly should walk that way every day to smell the green air!
2:24 AM
Miz S said…
Funny how things are different when you're older.

And how nice to have that memory of your dad bringing your mom there to walk and look and buy and be refreshed.
8:32 AM
bunny said…
Isn't it funny how sometimes the detours in our lives provide the greatest pleasures?
10:59 AM
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