New York City Townhouses on a Tree-Lined Street- By Vivienne Gucwa
On days like this, it's as if the rest of the world has slipped away with the winter somewhere past the visible horizon into the realm of distant memories.
On days like this, the sun exhales through the trees that spread their newly adorned limbs out in a welcoming embrace.
On days like this, the city lingers in a promise whispered on a warm breeze.
On days like this, the light is a dream that makes its way into reality.
On days like this, there is nothing else that matters.
This image was taken this past weekend as I walked around Manhattan for hours soaking in the gorgeous weather. I have mentioned my severe brownstone envy in other posts before. I believe that townhouses fall under this same category. To re-iterate, I grew up in Queens (another borough of New York City), and the brownstones in Manhattan and Brooklyn tugged at my heart constantly. Their enormous doorways always seemed to be flanked by extravagant stairways and every window seemed to be a frame encapsulating an enticing painting.
There wasn’t anything that came close to these beautiful works of architecture where I grew up in Flushing, Queens. And don't even get me started on the Cosby Show which added to my angsty brownstone envy on a weekly basis. I still stop in my tracks and swoon when I come across a particularly beautiful set of brownstones or townhouses. I imagine all of the narratives that could have possibly occurred in these fantastical works of architecture and it's enough to take me right back to feeling exactly how I did when I was growing up in Queens.
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