The Way Home

It was another interesting turnout for my city-adventure-walks with one of my best friends today. As usual, we started out someplace and then ended up someplace else. Descriptive, I know. Haha.

But as people like to say, it isn't where you end up or how you get there. It's what you learn on the way and who you're with that matters. And blahblahblah. Philosophical stuff like that.

Ironically, the moment of the day was during my walk home while my friend was also on his way home by train but in the opposite direction. So I was alone to share it, but it was nonetheless beautiful. After walking from 34th Street to South Ferry and then walking home to 125th, you could imagine that my legs were about to give way. So I'm glad to have turned the corner on the church to stand and admire a view I don't often see at night. Or, not often enough.

After all the troubles I'd been contemplating plus the aching of my feet... It was definitely very nice to find a nighttime view of NJ's lights reflecting in the river. I would have liked to have stood there all night.

One day I want to sit there with my significant other and ponder the workings of life. Until then, good night.