Views from the Highline
“None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with... (but)… the walker who marvels while walking (the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills) has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze.”
― Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking
The very first night we arrived in New York we decided to walk the streets. We did not have much of a purpose, but we were not completely aimless either. We knew we wanted to walk, and what better way to get to know New York - but to wander.
New York, a city of many layers of pavement, cement and brick is sprinkled with greenery all around; one just needs to look. We found the Highline. A curious raised railroad track a few stories above the pavement. A beautiful, if narrow park that curves between buildings; replete with the original tracks throughout the middle.
That night; the light was like liquid gold. It seemed to shimmer in the air and dance through your fingertips. It was warm, full of promise and everything it touched became suffused with magic and wonder.
