that spring feeling

it was a brunching/shopping weekend with three girls, who converged at chez marie from boston and dc. we went to this icp exhibit that i've been looking forward to seeing, and i'm glad we did because it was really well done. martin munkacsi and henri cartier-bresson's works were beautiful and alive; in that brief hour they gave us a lingering and eloquent glimpse into life in another time. and then i felt sad at the thought of munkacsi's demise...for all of his lovely photos that were lost, and the lonely final image he left behind of the half-eaten can of spaghetti with the fork still in it.

when people come to visit, it's sometimes like stepping back and taking a breath. finding a pause in rhythm. becoming a little removed from the scene rather than too much a part of it. it was like that this weekend. it could be spring fever, but i find myself enjoying the city again. i tried out a new route recently and ran over the brooklyn bridge for the first time. i've unwillingly walked over it a few times (like during the blackout), but when i was running, i had my "falling in love with this city again" moment. i never know how long it lasts, but i'm happy whenever it revisits me.