I don’t believe I’ve ever been, but wow you can see such nice bodies of waters/sailboats/nice houses out the window. Almost makes up for the fact that the Northeast Corridor no longer makes any geographical sense and the train lines are on the verge of falling apart.
you can see on one side the sunset in one large beautiful glow backing the city image , and on the other side you can also see the apposite roseate light in lozenges against the beams of the bridge. looking back and forth is pleasant, and easy if seated perpendicular to the walls of the train. and soon after getting off the train to meet adrian in chinatown you will no longer remember seeing this and being happy until the next morning when on the N train slightly post-sunrise reforming the association from a similar experience on the same bridge
Last Thursday, a meteor appeared in the night sky over Los Angeles. I stood in place for 30 seconds watching it blaze brilliant red and orange before fizzling out suddenly. The experience moved me immensely and filled me with a sense of hope that I hadn’t felt in quite some time. I read later that it was a SpaceX satellite. I wish I hadn’t.
There's something about a wet and humid early morning that heals my soul. It's like a free sound bath. Especially if you are lucky and have a little bit of thunder alongside.
I have done this everywhere that I have lived. There are some beautiful images lost on the discarded blank face of a postcard, and they deserve to be cherished just as much as the big piece of art you have framed in your living room. You can find many for cheap at your local thrift. There’s a lot of fun to be had in grouping different images together for a collage effect. Space them out a bit more if it all feels a bit claustrophobic. Use some blue painter's tape for a pop of color.
