The simple, compact, well-joined scheme—myself disintegrated, every one disintegrated, yet part of the scheme; The similitudes of the past, and those of the future…
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the river;
The current rushing so swiftly, and swimming with me far away;
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them;
The certainty of others—the life, love, sight, hearing, of others. Walt Whitman
Both Walt Whitman’s poem and this place amaze me. I’m not a summer person, and I can get moody during the season, but when I’m here at sunset, it feels as if time stops. I experience so much emotion that some people say is impossible to feel after 40. It fills me with love—most importantly, a love for love & life! The sunset and the bokeh lights of the NYC skyline from Brooklyn are simply enchanting. I merge with Walt Whitman, time, and this part of Brooklyn & NYC. ❤️
The simple, compact, well-joined scheme—myself disintegrated, every one disintegrated, yet part of the scheme; The similitudes of the past, and those of the future…
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the river;
The current rushing so swiftly, and swimming with me far away;
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them;
The certainty of others—the life, love, sight, hearing, of others. Walt Whitman
Both Walt Whitman’s poem and this place amaze me. I’m not a summer person, and I can get moody during the season, but when I’m here at sunset, it feels as if time stops. I experience so much emotion that some people say is impossible to feel after 40. It fills me with love—most importantly, a love for love & life! The sunset and the bokeh lights of the NYC skyline from Brooklyn are simply enchanting. I merge with Walt Whitman, time, and this part of Brooklyn & NYC. ❤️