Zipping across this island of Manhattan in a two seat convertible, three of us enjoyed a quick jaunt into Brooklyn. (That's right three of us. A tight fit; totally fine.) I wanted to check out what that borough had to offer. It was a pleasant day in Brooklyn. The sun was shining. The air was mellow.
As we left behind all that wasn't what I had hoped Brooklyn to be, we found ourselves on the expressway back to Manna-hata. The sun had dipped below the famous skyline and the sky was a powerful orange.
Note: It turns out that NY as a whole doesn't love me... just Manhattan.
And I am ok with that. It is discretionary. It is a more narrow, deep love.