Metropolitan Diary: On the Manhattan Bridge |
Dear Diary: |
I was biking back to Brooklyn across the Manhattan Bridge and the sun was setting. It was beautiful out. I had the wind in my hair and a smile on my face. |
It was one of those simple moments that just felt so perfect I wanted to share it with someone. |
I looked over and saw a train passing by. I waved gleefully at an older man who was looking out the window. He brightened and waved back, and then he disappeared. |
— Grace Carrier |
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