earth on foot 16
4 Sept 2025
Crickets’ song, a cool breeze through the open window, and an occasional peal of laughter: I’m back in Park Slope, Brooklyn, New York, where even the dogs are considerate.
And if they aren’t, their owners warn, “She’s a waving dog,” and wave at their puppy to demonstrate. “Not really a petting dog, yet.”
During a run in the sun through the park, I detoured slightly to clear a large, fallen branch from the bike lane, prompting the next cyclist to yell out, “Thank you!” He waved, I waved back and smiled; warmth washed across my heart, my pace picked up. Suddenly, my playlist got jazzier!
I bought myself a new notebook—my old one is almost full—from a neighborhood shop. I chose one with a sage green cover and unruled pages, so I can easily sketch in it. “There’s always a book in Brooklyn!” read the store’s sidewalk placard. So true.
I wonder what will go onto these new, blank sheets?