One lovely such Spring, a couple years ago, Eli and I were strolling along 5th Avenue, at the edge of the park, when I saw some beautiful trees like the ones above…and something came over me. I had to cross the street to get a closer look. Maybe take a picture.
We crossed at the intersection, my pupils like tiny tree blossoms, all excited to get up close. I didn’t even see the uniformed doorman standing up against the building several feet away. I leaned in, heart palpitating with excitement, when a voice boomed from behind me:
“DON’T TOUCH THE TREES!”
I jumped back in surprise, clutching my imaginary pearls, and turned to stare in incredulity at the owner of the voice behind me.
He forced a fake laugh, “HA HA HA HA,” like he was joking.
That dude was totally not joking.