third ave pride

By the third ave bridge, the bronx was filled with pride.

It was one of those New York summer days - sunlight bouncing off car hoods , music pouring onto the street, the kind of day where the city reminds us why people choose to live here in cramped quarters, with sometime-ish subway schedules.

We stood on the corner at Charlie’s, watched little kids dancing, hand in hand with their parents, their laughter louder than the speakers. For a second, it hit me how rare this scene would’ve felt just a few years ago here.

Back then, love like this didn’t take up space on our streets. Now it’s center stage. Soft, unbothered, and full of joy.

There’s something beautiful about seeing a place open itself up. About seeing it fighting still for what still needs to be. About watching your neighborhood stretch toward something better, brighter, freer — and realizing you get to be here for it.

-L