by Mara Taylor
Spring in New York arrives like a rumor before it becomes a fact. One day the air is a damp gray corridor between buildings; the next day someone is reading a paperback on a bench and suddenly the city remembers that it has trees. New Yorkers respond with ritualistic enthusiasm. Jackets disappear too early. Sunglasses emerge from pockets where they have slept since October. Everyone begins migrating toward the parks with the slightly frantic joy of animals who have survived winter by sheer stubbornness.
The parks themselves—those engineered fragments of pastoral fantasy dropped into the most impatient city on earth—become stages for a seasonal performance. The script is predictable but no less moving for...
by Mara Taylor
Spring in New York arrives like a rumor before it becomes a fact. One day the air is a damp gray corridor between buildings; the next day someone is reading a paperback on a bench and suddenly the city remembers that it has trees. New Yorkers respond with ritualistic enthusiasm. Jackets disappear too early. Sunglasses emerge from pockets where they have slept since October. Everyone begins migrating toward the parks with the slightly frantic joy of animals who have survived winter by sheer stubbornness.
The parks themselves—those engineered fragments of pastoral fantasy dropped into the most impatient city on earth—become stages for a seasonal performance. The script is predictable but no less moving for...