Never has a trip north through the park been so well narrated through the senses.
They DO gather moss.
They kneel in a grassy knoll.
UnderWoman tells Brian the sexiest story she knows:
Nestled between the breasts of Romeo and Juliet, robins had built their nest this Spring.
It was an odd thing, because the nest was at eye level for most New Yorkers.
And there was a debate about whether to remove or protect it.
In the end, protection prevailed. And many stood guard until the babies fledged and the nest could be moved to higher ground.
"THIS is my home town," UnderWoman gestures to the park and the city at large.
She references a recent Smithsonian article that presents New Yorkers as a highly involved species of people pre-selected for higher energy and ambition.
She quotes Edna St. Vincent Millay, as writ large in the new terminal:
"We were very tired, we were very merry -- we had gone back and forth all night on the ferry."
And Helen Keller: "Cut off as I am, it is inevitable that I should sometimes feel like a shadow walking in a shadowy world. When this happens I ask to be taken to New York City. Always I return home weary but I have the comforting certainty that mankind is real flesh and I myself am not a dream."
Brian closes his eyes....
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