Spring has finally arrived in Brooklyn. I’m writing this post out on the deck, in a short-sleeved t-shirt. After such a drab, low-key winter, any day that brings sunshine and a warm breeze is a gift.
The sky is a milky blue filled with jet streams. The birds are alive with conversation–pigeon, sparrow, crow, blue jay, and the red-breasted robin–they all make themselves known. The air sweeps through the bamboo trees caressing every leaf. Oh, and the carpenter bees are back, too.
My office feels like a slice of Walden in Brooklyn, surprisingly quiet and meditative despite its proximity to the hustle and bustle of Atlantic and Flatbush Avenues, the Terminal, and Barclays Center.
My little bit of heaven.