Erected on the northern end of Manhattan rock formation[1], our neighborhood is hilly. I live “down in the valley”—as the natives will say—where things are quiet. To reach the next street up, where the shops and restaurants are, we can follow the street northwards on a long but gentle ascend, or to climb up a set of steep stairs—called “the steps”—as a shortcut.[2] To save my knees from the wear and tear, I prefer the long winding way.
Since the PAUSE, the steps became a lifeline for me (and many others) as they led directly to two grocery stores and dry cleaners. In the few occasions when I ventured out for necessities, I would take the steps for convenience. For some, the steps have become an improved gym; for parents, a choice for outdoor activities.
In the old days, people going up and down the stairs, out of breath and, most of time, in a hurry. These days, while managing to keep a distance, people often acknowledge fellow climbers with a nod or even a smile. I hope that my new appreciation to the steps will be a long-lasting one.
[1] A Geohistory of Manhattan by Phoebe Cohen
[2]There were elevators in the subway station connecting the two streets. However, they are currently unavailable due to update constructions.
