Micah and Amelia with Mimi and Beba (Ellie was fast asleep in the stroller;)
I wish I could be like Walt Whitman who penned incredible poetry about New York City, the city he loved, bringing it to life as only he could. Alas, I may not have that gift but every time I walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, I feel every bit of the emotion he was able to put into words. Whitman didn’t live to see the Brooklyn Bridge completed but he loved to look over the Hudson River. In his poem, “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry,” he writes:
“Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg’d waves! Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me! Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta! stand up, beautiful hills of Brooklyn!”
I have walked the bridge once with my mom…last week, I got to do it with both my parents and the kids. Mom held Amelia for me, Micah walked or rode on Beba’s shoulders…Ellie slept in the stroller. Hardly any English speaking voices could be heard around us and as I looked over the water to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, glittering in the afternoon sun, I was reminded this city has always been a melting pot. There will never be a status quo here, except to just do your own thing. No one is going to care. Everyone here expects the different and unexpected. I love that about this city.
If you get a chance, cross the Brooklyn Bridge at least once in your life time. The breeze, the shimmering water, the Statue of Liberty, the feeling you are walking into the skyline, the gentle rocking of the bridge…there is nothing else like it!:)
(Our poor camera, dropped recently by Ellie, stopped working or I would have gotten more pictures!)