The heavy green globes sail through the air, one after another, tossed from man to man.
People stop to enjoy the urban spectacle of precision and grace, waiting for a melon to drop, to burst in an explosion of pink. But none fall.
The men are acrobats, somehow, on the corner of Second Avenue and Ninth Street. For a moment, they are magicians making watermelons fly.
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This gave me a smile to last the day.
thanks Ourit, it did for me, too. i was so grouchy, walking in the heat, then i saw these guys and it fixed my day.
Yay! Some quirky New Yawk sweetness on an absurdly hot summer's day...
I'm facing the first summer of my life without air conditioning, and my crankiness is through the roof.
But this post made me happy!
See, that's real New York. That's not a state of mind. A white Midwesterner moving to New York and acting as if he is better than New Yorkers is a state of mind.
Nice! I loved those photos of the flying watermelons.
A part of New York NOT Vanishing--nice!
What're the odds? I saw this too. Here's proof.
Sometimes it's a very small town.
Ah, I love these moments of pure silliness and fun. Thanks for spreading the joy.
Perfect.
This is a beautiful post! I'll bet the onlookers made the watermelon men happy, too. It also puts things in perspective for me in this really difficult heat. At least I have an indoors, paper-pushing job.
You know, last fall I saw some guys tossing pumpkins from a truck to their fruit and vegetable stand in a similar fashion. It was a beautiful moment.
What a beautiful post this is! Also, it puts in perspective how lucky I am to have an indoors job in this heat.
Last fall I saw something a little similar when I passed some men tossing gracefully these big pumpkins from truck to display stand outside their store in an untrendy section of the UWS.
I saw some watermelons bouncing yesterday.
Great! The last photograph is beautiful.
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