There’s a specific light that happens in DUMBO around 7pm in April. The bridge goes from steel gray to something warmer — copper, almost — and the carousel catches it differently than anything else on the waterfront. You can stand at the base of the bridge for twenty minutes and it keeps changing.

I took this on a walk I almost didn’t take. The kind where you’re tired, you have things to do, the rational move is to stay inside. You take it anyway and then you’re standing under the Manhattan Bridge at dusk wondering why you don’t do this more often.

Brooklyn is full of that. Moments that feel like they were arranged for you, except they weren’t — they’re just there all the time, waiting.

The carousel has been at that spot since 2011. Jane Walentas spent two decades restoring it. It sat in a warehouse in Dumbo for years before it had a home. Now it spins next to the East River every afternoon and most people walk past it.

That seems about right.