Today I wandered over to the Farmer’s Market by Fort Greene Park, stopped to listen to the beautiful sounds of the jazz band playing there, walked along a street of stoop sales selling old books and records and crystal, then over to the Brooklyn Flea where I skipped the long lines for the Red Hook vendors, tried some hand moisturizer from an Aussie company now based in Brooklyn, picked up some handmade delicious Brooklyn chocolates, and some fresh, delicious Ricotta, also made in Brooklyn. On the way back home I walked past the sounds of the church up the road rocking out with their love of Jesus. And all of it alongside people of every age and color, all of us just enjoying the beautiful day. That short time in my neighborhood was better than any antidepressant could ever be.
I fucking love this neighborhood.