I always stand in the yellow zone. No matter what shoes I'm wearing, I can feel the ridges under my feet, and for some reason, I like it.**
The same goes for the subway grates on the sidewalk, which feel like walking on metal waffles. Unless I'm wearing heels, I usually opt to walk over them, maybe just for the thrill of not "falling through," which so many people claim as a true fear of city walking.
Of course, at times, this practice gives a little thrill to everyone around - that is, in those moments when I'm wearing a dress, a subway goes by underneath, and I end up giving my best Marilyn Monroe impression (which, admittedly, is horrendous).
*They operate much like the grooves on the shoulder of the highway that wake up a sleepy driver with a horrendous noise (which my family affectionately used to call "road farts").
**A metaphor for my life? Perhaps.***
***Nah; I only wish I was so adventurous.
|This avian visitor hung out at the Nostrand stop.|