A Brooklyn Writer Finds Respite in Prospect Park
by Norma Jaeger Hopcraft
I work in Manhattan and live in Brooklyn.
That means my eyes, my soul, are hungry for trees, space, wildness.
Well, Prospect Park is heavily trafficked. The only wildness in Brooklyn is in the people. Especially on a Saturday night. Everyone's on their way to a party, it seems.
Mother Nature is throwing a party for my eyes in Prospect Park today.
Spring green. 'Nuff said.