I love strolling through the Brooklyn bridge.
Above the water, closer to the sun.
You can truly appreciate lower Manhattan from afar.
It’s hard to see the beauty when you’re within it. From afar, it’s so much better.
We’re at the end of the winter, everyone’s kind of emotionally over it. It snowed here and there but nothing major and nothing pretty.
Human race seems to adapt the essence of nature, its fickle mind.