New York, in summertime, is not without its pleasures. While I prefer not to be here once the weather is nice, I do find little moments of bliss that adds up to make my time here good.
Despite having a brutal July here and pretty much everywhere on the East Coast, August has been much more pleasant. Less humid, more blue skies. Big late afternoon thunderstorms to entertain you and perhaps scare the crap out of you.
Plus, with all the earthquaking and hurricaining going on, you can't really feel disinterested in your surroundings.
I am lucky that my office is very close to Bryant Park. It's a very nicely manicured and managed bit of public green space. It's very popular with the lunchtime crowd, but they also have lots of events and concerts and movies going on every day after work as well.
It will be a cold day in hell when I decide to eat an out of season tomato. It's just so gratifying when they finally ripen into perfect fat globes of tart-sweet flavor. The Heirloom Tomato BLT from the 'Wichcraft kiosk is something I fantasize about all winter. It's just lovely.
They recently installed courts to play Boule or Bocci.
I know I talked about this last summer, but it's really fun to do yoga in the park.
Having a crowd around you of 500+ doing more or less the same thing is an interesting experience. It gets a lot of curious on-lookers and a few pervy photographers really intent on capturing you at your awkward worst, so I try to get a spot deep in the middle of the crowd. The class is free on Thursday evenings, with a rotating cast of instructors and styles, but it mostly seems like Vinyasa is being taught. If it's hot enough out, it's instant Bikram.
It feels like everyone there is taking a collective sigh of relief as they try to shake off their day at the office. Despite the city noise as a constant, you start to block out the sirens and jackhammers and just enjoy the sun and warmth and the grass under your mat.