Through a child's eye, this is a pace of magic. The parks, the backyards, the windows where cats nap, the Victorian turrets, the long beach, the bridges, the museums -- all of them spur imaginary scenarios of the sort I hear emanating from my back seat day after day.
These stories, if captured, would reveal the City's potential to inspire that rarely occurs to the adults toiling to get by here.
What we tend to take for granted is to them a game yet only partly played, with any kind of outcome possible -- regardless of the odds. Kids don't believe in odds; they believe in magic.
By that definition, I must still be a kid, too.
-30-
No comments:
Post a Comment