Manhattan’s Boardwalk – A Trip to the High Line

All of Manhattan seemed chipper when the harsh winter cold dissipated into a warm Saturday afternoon last weekend. Farwell soggy grey. Goodbye downtrodden city-dwellers. The snow sludge is no more.

I had a picnic for breakfast on the living room floor with some friends who were in town to celebrate – a cheese Danish in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The window was wide open and the light was streaming through our sheers as the voices from the sidewalk grew louder than they’ve been these past few months of winter. Spring must almost be here!

Later that day, Erin and I headed towards the West Village to meet up with our Tennessee guests who were romping about town. The train was abnormally packed for a Saturday afternoon. Parents with strollers, couples, joggers, even our neighbor friends were out just to be out and enjoy the sun. No reason needed!

We squashed onto the A train with barely enough room to inhale or exhale. No one was complaining though; everyone must have laid aside those frustrated commuter tendencies for the day. I didn’t even mind one man’s furry trimmed hood that was tickling my nose along the ride. Oh wait, that was Erin and I got to watch her vain attempts to move.

Before stopping at the High Line, we perused a local shoe shop in the area, Shoegasm, awful name, great deals! I found some ankle boots that were 70% off – and everyone knows how a New York girl loves her boots, sunshine or not. Warm weather means warm weather boots.

We made our way to the Hudson and up the stairs to the High Line, an elevated public park built along the West side where train tracks once carried heavy cargo above the heads of city dwellers ( When threatened to be torn down in 1999, a non-profit group paired with NYC to turn it into a park. But it feels more like a boardwalk than a park. Only, there are no sun bathers in swimsuits. Instead, you’ll find New Yorkers in light coats sprawled across wooden lounge chairs.

Some dawdled down the walkway texting with their phones or taking photographs. Others were clearly catching up on the week’s events. All seemed content though to move a little slower in the lingering light.

There were no seats left on the lounge chairs and I didn’t feel like standing by to wait for my opportunity to plop down. But as I headed south where the walkway narrowed and the broadened again, there were some empty benches with better views of New Jersey on the other side of the river.

The dry grass growing between the railroad tracks contrasted against the skyline, offering a glimpse of serenity as it blew in the wind. The park is well-manicured and its simple layout is refreshing compared to the onslaught of billboards and advertisements that clutter the city elsewhere. This is a place where you can breath and take in various views of the streets, buildings and river.

I can’t wait until the weather warms up just a bit more so I can head down there for another stroll. If I get there early enough, perhaps a lounge chair will be open. This would be the perfect place to journal or flip through a magazine while taking in a bit of Manhattan. I might even be persuaded to stop by the shoe store and check out their sales.


The Beginning

I find peace in well constructed sentences. A precocious curl of words streaming across a page is delightful! I hate eraser smudges, uneven creases in paper and the corners of notebooks that begin to roll at the edge from use. I love a familiar cover though, a journal that becomes an old friend and travels life’s journey.

That journey now finds me on the little island of Manhattan. I’ve come to explore the words that share moments and capture life. So here it goes, the blog begins! To come are the snippets that by grace I am given – the beautiful bits and pieces that make up my life.