Monday was Memorial Day, so it's unofficially summer, and I am much more excited about this whole waterfall thing (coming in July) than it's probably normal to be.
The four waterfall towers are up. Here's the one under the Brooklyn Bridge, on the Brooklyn side (that's the Manhattan Bridge in the background):
And here's the one at the end of my street, at the edge of the harbor, with the Brooklyn Heights promenade in the foreground:
I think that my disproportionate excitement about the coming of these summer waterfalls has to do with my love of summer, and especially summer in a place like New York where it gets very hot, and doesn't cool off much at night: not "hot" like in Iraq or Arizona or Ecuador (I assume it's hot there, anyway, being... on the equator and everything), but mid-90s hot sometimes. And humid. I love the heat and the humidity; I realize that I'm in the minority on this (especially regarding the "humidity" part).
I feel (with no logical justification) that more is possible in the summer. More molecules bumping into each other, as in a pot of boiling water, mean that more can happen. And there's more mystery as to what will happen when things feel all tropical. (I should point out that we're not to the tropical-feeling part of summer yet. No, we're in the part of summer where the smell of the subway -- a musty, vaguely oily smell -- sometimes wafts up to street level through the vents and grates and manholes, the underground apparatus making itself known: more mystery, more possibility.)
I realize that most of this makes very little sense, but it's how I always feel when summer finally arrives here.
