Location: WNYC Transmitter Park
Weather: Cool, windy, sunny
Food: Game pie, French chocolates, Manhattan Special soda
It’s opening day, y’all. Of picnic season. I wish I were a winter-picnicker, but these days I mostly stick to (relatively) fair-weather picnics.
As you may have seen over on A Culinary Companion, I made game pie last night, so today I packed a slice of it up with the last of the French chocolates (a cat-sitting reward) and a Manhattan Special coffee soda, and walked up to see Transmitter Park in Greenpoint, which I haven’t been to since 2009.
I’ve been feeling the effects of pollen the last few days — last night I woke up completely unable to breathe until I managed to reach my inhaler — and felt the need to sit by the water. I know the wind brings just as much pollen into my lungs there, but somehow, psychologically, the air feels cleaner.
Do you have asthma or allergies? Ugh, I wish I didn’t. When it gets going it feels like being really thirsty, but for air instead of water. Then it feels like gut-gnawing hunger, but for oxygen instead of food. Then tiredness and a lot of coughing. Thankfully my asthma medication keeps me operational most of the year, and I really only need the inhaler regularly during the spring.
As predicted, sitting by the east river, watching the sun glow on the water, helped my lungs calm the fuck down. I wasn’t ravenous, but a few bites of cold game pie were a good counterpoint to the warm, hypnotic light and the cold, loud wind.
I enjoyed the warm spring sun, and the feeling of being on a fast moving ship as the water rushed past. I faced the sun, and 23rd Street, and felt, just for a minute, like all might just be right in the world as I ate the last of the chocolates. That feeling, that’s what picnics are for.