sitting outside on the boat at night amid lightly flurried snow in the hurried darkness of almost-winter night
with a visibility so low as to virtually hide the mile of construction that is the Verrazano and the millions of people that is Brooklyn
could be this pleasant.
Quiet.
Beautiful, even.
with a visibility so low as to virtually hide the mile of construction that is the Verrazano and the millions of people that is Brooklyn
could be this pleasant.
Quiet.
Beautiful, even.