It is a bit cool this day in Washington Square Park. But infinitely warmer than yesterday, who’s cold wind and falling snow kept even the birds hiding. Spring took a day off. Despite the Fahrenheit reading, warm does not describe it well. Occasional drops of rain tease and warn of the day’s potential. It is bright, sunny. If given a chance, it might even be warm, but each breeze knocks all strength from the sun.
Young, fresh faces criss-cross the park, some lounging in the bright coldness, hoping for more. Warmth can only be glimpsed but not embraced. Washington Square Park, well, more concrete really than “Park.” In this “park,” grass and trees have a place, but it’s not their place. The place is owned by bricks, concrete, statues and an archway. And, a central fountain, not yet awake from it’s waterless winter, dominates the scenery. The youth own the park in a way that grass and trees or bricks and concrete never could. They transform it. (more…)