I took a Sunday walk.
Self-sown golden rod had jumped the fence at Pier 6, at 2.22pm
Trees waited to be planted at what may become Pier 4.
Ilex verticillata (winter berry) at Pier 1 at 2.42pm.
Earthworks between the already designed and planted parts of Brooklyn Bridge Park's piers.
Beaches for them and beaches for us.
2.54 pm on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade,
The Atlantic Antic at full surge at 3.19pm.
Home followed, three minutes later.
And as I wrap my head around taking leave of the neighborhood I have known for almost ten years, here is another walk, in another season (plus one of the best poems every written):