When I was recently walking through one of the busiest intersections of Manhattan—the corner of 60Street and Fifth Avenue—I did something few New Yorkers usually do: I stopped to take a look around me, instead of rushing blindly to my next appointment. There, right near the southern entrance to Central Park, stood a giant, colorful metal sculpture. It reminded me of a monster ribbon.
It was a happy sight. Tourists were taking pictures of it, kids were crawling over, under and on top of it and I was smiling at it. I couldn’t find any information about the piece, even when I Googled it, but that doesn’t matter. It’s delightful.
I decided right then and there that I have to spend more time looking at my own city. Too often, we are so swept up in our day-to-day lives that we can’t see the sculpture through the trees, so to speak.
Parisians rush past the Eiffel Tower and The Seine; Londoners don’t give a moment’s notice to Big Ben and Venetians don’t marvel at their canals. The Empire State Building is just another building when I’m walking past it.
And what about all the lesser know, but not less captivating, pieces of my city? How often do I take it all for granted?