- I was going to write a post about
but then I got lazy.
- So now I’m going to write about walking. Because that’s what I did this morning to get to work. And it was a fantastic sunny morning.
- I just did a Google search of this post’s title and I found
which apparently is only okay (according to the Amazon ratings).
- But since I’d been mulling over the idea of writing about the former subject for today and had only switched topics about ten minutes before sitting down at my desk, I kind don’t really have much planned. So here we go.
Manhattanites, both residing and working, have a reputation for being some of the fastest walkers on the planet. It’s so bad (or good, depending on who you are) that there’s a section of sidewalk somewhere dedicated to the idea.
I quickly raise the guilty hand on this issue. When I’m at college and walking with my friends, I find myself having to slow down every five steps so that I can stay in pace with them. Manhattan walking is best done alone, and with a scowl on your face.
But I kind of want to change that. First of all, this is a walk truly found only on people who want to look busy/important, and all self-humbling attempts aside, all the truly busy/important people probably aren’t walking down a busy street anyway. I’m not saying slow it down (we’ll never get anywhere), but maybe we should ease up on the hostile front.
Take today. It was a bloody fantastic morning. The sun was filtering through the trees in Bryant Park where white people were “doing” tai chi, specks of light bouncing off the layers of humid atmosphere (baahh I usually don’t romanticize humidity like this. I’ve always hated it. But it can make a pretty picture.) and hitting the sides of million-story buildings like….like….like [heartbreaking simile].
I know people have places to go. But we kind of need to look around and realize how amazing the morning grind can look sometimes.