Close a city's main street to traffic on Sundays. A congested sea of vehicles transforms into a welcoming community park for bikers, walkers and runners alike.
You cross this street every morning. You wait at the cross walk while a sea of cars zoom past. You see no one. Just feel the frustrated energy of the morning commute. When you do finally cross the street, you feel drivers' eyes staring you down and willing you to walk faster.
But, on Sunday, this very same street, this very same intersection, is filled with families, pets, bikers, runners, friends, dates and squirrels. The roadway is closed to vehicular traffic, all day, and an entire community emerges. Children charge by foot down the double yellow lines of the road. Bikers ring their bells and smile as they swerve through the packs of runners. Everyone waves. Makes eye contact. Smiles. You are reminded of the diverse and welcoming community within which you live. You feel a part of the neighborhood. A neighborhood that emerges on Sunday, in the middle of an open road.