I took the train from Grand Central Station in Manhattan to Brewster, New York, yesterday. This might not seem like a big deal but it has probably been, oh, about 12 years since I’ve done that, maybe more. I am from Brewster, but I’ve moved away. So has my entire extended family that lived up there. So, my regular jaunts up north are no longer necessary.
Brewster reservoir
I was actually going to Brewster, not out of nostalgia, but because it has the closest train stop to where our friends in Connecticut live, so I wasn’t even going to visit the town itself. It was snowing all along the way, so the scenery didn’t seem as familiar to me as I had thought it would be…that is, until I got to the reservoirs, lakes and creeks and rivers along the landscape.
That’s when I remembered that I’d grown up with all of this beautiful, natural water around me. I now live on Long Island, which is a fairly congested area. There isn’t much free space. I like Long Island quite a bit and wouldn’t move back to the Brewster area; I’d miss the shopping, the energy and close proximity to the city if I left. Brewster for me was a bit too far from…everywhere, basically. Thank goodness we had that train station running through it to get to Manhattan.
But still, I did think it was very beautiful yesterday, especially when I saw the snow falling on the woods and the reservoirs….now that’s a good memory worth revisiting.
