I love going to New York to stay with my friend Emily.
We walk through pretty neighborhoods,
take pictures of ourselves impersonating paintings
and ogle at the industrial splendor of the Brooklyn Bridge.
We huddle together on the subway,
attempt to read pretty clocks that are broken
then head to a beer garden and forget all about time.
We go to lots of markets where they serve delicious things,
then walk off our taste-testing as we check out the buildings.
We try not to trip while staring up at the sky.
We fail miserably and end up with a broken toenail (err, that wasn’t we, that was just me)…
but we’ll do it again in a heartbeat.