Knowing
“Which view do you like better?” my husband asks. I can’t answer. They are too different, these two separate scenes, from two separate runs, along two separate rivers. But both views loom tall. Both feel majestic in their own ways. Both are as distant as they are within reach. I ran the Brooklyn waterfront for seven years and I’ve only run the lower Hudson Valley for seven days. There’s something to be said for the ‘knowing’ I feel at every turn along Brooklyn Bridge Park. I’
(Dis)connected
I don’t know why it’s been so difficult to come to this space, to give voice to something inside me waiting to come out. I used to find comfort in the art of an ordinary hour. I used to hand over a quiet walk or a glance at the sky to words. Lately, it feels harder to do that. Maybe it is too much like giving away these small moments all together. Maybe I’m not as engaged with the world as I once was. Or maybe the opposite. Maybe it’s easier than it used to be to live them an
