last days of summer: a view from the bridge

jen told me she wanted to walk the Brooklyn Bridge.  so we made a date.

on the train there, some dude with his bongos came on and started berating all the passengers because no one was paying attention to him play (“your character sucks!”).  welcome to New York, guy.

we stopped for toasted sandwiches and drinks and then trekked along.  in hindsight, walking the bridge in sixty degree weather, as opposed to eighty degrees (and very sunny) probably would have been ideal.  the day was gorgeous and breezy, but it felt like we were a thousand miles closer to the sun (therefore, hot hot hot!).   but nothing comes close to this feeling of being higher.  and definitely nothing comes close to this view.

-jillian m.

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