Syracuse has a lot of stone staircases in the woods, but I’m referring one up by the community gardens at the top of Akerman Avenue. One day I was walking through with a friend, and there it was, all of a sudden. It was a magical experience. And that’s kind of how I think of Syracuse: a combination of city and woods, with a sort of magical, mysterious energy.
I liked the Narnia books, and I use the adjective “Narnian” for a lot of vaguely magical, woodsy things. I don’t know if it’s a word in the proper sense, but I think there’s a certain segment of the population that would describe things as Narnian. Like most of my friends would know what it means.
Unexpectedly
a stone staircase in the woods—
very Narnian
