We took a short break yesterday from putting the apartment in order. A visit to Greenwood Cemetery was in order. (More park than cemetery, really.) It was a gorgeous day; blue skies, cool air, crisp breezes. How could we not take advantage of that?
I grabbed a taco from a nearby tacqueria and we headed for a spot with both sun and shade. We ended up sitting on the steps of a mausoleum on top of a hill. The grass was so thick and tall that the blanket I spread out for Nils billowed up around him. He flailed his limbs about and made baby sounds. I took in the view: Manhattan, the Hudson, Jersey, Brooklyn. To anyone not from Brooklyn it may seem strange that I took my child to a cemetery. Just trust me on this one. And anyhow, it seemed like a kind thing to do. If I were resting for eternity at the top of a hill in Brooklyn, I would love it if a woman and her little one came to play nearby one day, feeling the breeze, enjoying each other's company and giving thanks for the beautiful day.
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