When I was little, it seemed the outside world was contained in the space surrounding our home. Too young to travel alone, too young to venture even across the street, I would spend hours playing with our pet rabbit under tangerine trees; singing songs to the line of ants under our wooden side fence; crushing rose petals under the wheels of my bike, trying to make perfume.
As I grew older, the world expanded beyond tangerine trees and rose bushes, but sometimes, even as an adult, it still feels fenced-in.
In our own backyards - literal or otherwise - there are surprises, thrills, and endless discoveries, if you keep your eyes open.
One scorching afternoon last summer, I met my friend Davey in Williamsburg for coffee. Unable to decide where to settle, we wandered Kent Avenue, where we stumbled on a tea room, hidden behind enormous wooden doors. “I’ve never seen this before,” I said, though I lived minutes away.