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Happy New Year

October

If one would ask how the monumental can be tender, October in New York is the answer. Her wood and asphalt and brick skin becomes luminous in any pale light ~ it also reflects the shadow of the rock, recalling us to the brutal and to the awesome: New York in such shadow on a sunny day, the glass of her eyes has the blue of the sea. Days and nights slow down, people seem ready to recognize others, before the Transfiguration of Christmas.

New York October, when the magnificent blue sky glows like sapphire, after the sun sets. Streams and ponds and lakes of water flash blue. Great lines of silver-grey poplars rise and make avenues ~ or airy grey quadrangles ~ across the Park, their top boughs spangled with gold-and-green leaf. Sometimes gold-and-red, a patterning. A bigness ~ and nothing to restrain the romantic spirit. . .