I am an Autumn child.
My resume would suggest otherwise- summer birthday, born and raised in the south, love margaritas- but alas, my mind and body simply operate better and more efficiently in colder, darker months.
I almost shed a tear the day I set out on this walk and realized it was cool enough to go out wearing leggings- my poor, chafed inner thighs could rest easy once again. In these babies, I could walk to Staten Island if I wanted to!!
(NB: I do not want to.)
Direction: Across the High Bridge
Covid Summer in Inwood and Washington Heights isn’t too different from any other. My Dominican neighbors like to be outside the minute it gets warm- sitting in chairs, playing dominos, blasting bachata from their car speakers. The only glaring changes are the masks, and the dramatically increased outdoor seating built by bars and restaurants- some beautifully adorned in floral arrangements and bordered by nicely stained wood. I pity the restaurateurs who have had to adapt so quickly with so little money coming in, but I must admit, they are making it work, and I admire their flair.
The walk to the entrance of High Bridge Park that early Sunday evening was easy, and surprisingly quick for 20 blocks. In these times, with no car, and a…