why i love new york summers pt II
Let’s do something different: spontaneous moments.
We emerge from the bar at five am. Both sober after a long night of talking. The sky is lit on the horizon. I turn to my friend, ‘let’s walk across the manhattan bridge.’
There isn’t a rhyme or reason to the decision, but the night is young and endless, and so are we. From the west village we start to head south. We practically run through the city trying to catch the sunrise, but to no avail. By the time we reach Soho the the sun has started to peek out from behind the buildings. By the time we reach bowery (where the footpath begins) everything is bright and the air has started to warm. From the bridge New York is perfect and majestic. The water almost glows. The graffiti on the city side of the bridge is enthralling. We wonder aloud at the deftness of the artist who must be hanging down and looking up, suspended by nothing but the faith in their immortality. Every subject becomes important, heightened by our restlessness, pointing out small details to one another as we pass. The fence. That building. The yellow line that delineates the path. The passing trains. The rising sun. The heat on our skin.
And just like that its over. We reach the bottom and amble down towards the train. Our legs shake from exhaustion. The conversation begins to have small gapes and holes as our sleepiness envelops us. The moment passes like a dream. Its nearly seven am.
This is why i love summer in new york.
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