August 15, 2016

By Arthur H. Gunther III

On a Sunday morning when I had finished my own 6 o’clock coffee and was headed over the mountain to downtown Nyack, N.Y., I saw this fellow and his dog, the man maybe 60, the collie 5-6. Both had left their pick-up on Clausland Mt. Road and were bent for one of the trails in this park area, once an artillery range for the World War I National Guard deliberately named Camp Bluefields since it wasn’t then PC to say Camp Blauvelt, after the Dutch-German hamlet where it was located.
The fellow looked awfully happy, serene even, and his dog caught the rhythm. You saw it in their synchronized walk. The man had a container of java in his hand. You could tell he and the faithful companion, or maybe it was the collie and his faithful companion, were in for a quiet, contemplative Sunday morning respite, away from the week’s rigors and worries. Didn’t take more than a glance to see their story. Calmed me, too.
Arriving in Nyack, I parked the car and got my own second helping of coffee at the Broadway shop and then headed to the observation pier built in Memorial Park to peer at the two new bridges being built across the Hudson River. It was a respite for me, but I was not alone. Any park has its regulars, and they were there again on this weekend morning — the older couple in their sedan looking at the water; two fishermen; more men and dogs, some women and dogs, too; a police officer on a coffee break; a young skate-boarder; and a woman, perhaps 20, scanning a smart phone but taking long moments to gaze into the distance. Not sure if her romantic life was involved, though that seemed to be the energy.
So, short respites for maybe 20 people in just two locations over a few miles on a Sunday morning in one smallish American hamlet and nearby village. If this were an American symphony by Aaron Copland, it would be notes on the common man, common woman and the rhythm of the downtime, the respite.

    The writer is a retired newspaperman who can be reached via ahgunther@hotmail.com

2 thoughts on “A MOMENT’S RESPITE

  1. Sharon Hittman

    Art, your words paint a beautiful portrait. Thank you for your colorful, artistic expression that makes me want to join you to see things through your eyes.

    1. thecolumnrule Post author

      Sharon, you have just given this writer a fine morale boost, and we scribes almost always need that. Thank you.

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