Don’t you just love springtime? It’s that reawakening that just feels like the first ray of sunshine after a week of rain. With springtime also comes a sense of lightness, of hope, and of freedom. So fittingly, I went to Liberty Island during my last NYC trip to enjoy the beauty of spring at a place that represents hope, freedom, and new beginnings.
There were hundreds of tourists that day. People jostling one another as they made their tour around the island, guides shepherding their group and trying to make themselves heard over the din, and a ceaseless babble of talk joined by the crying seagulls made the small island like a mini New York — madness and all. But there was more than just that.
Many were those who lay upon the grass to just admire outreaching tree branches frame the sky. People sat and talked beneath the pale pink blossoms. And surely, there must have been a few errant tourists who drowned out the voice of their guides to just admire the wonder of the place. Freedom was more tangible than ever. For beyond its history and beyond the richness of spring, sweet liberty was felt.
