Even though it’s about a seven and a half mile walk from midtown to my house. And even though much of it is kind of not so pleasant. And even though, during the hottest days of summer, I was sweating through my pants and shirt almost immediately. And even though walking over the Manhattan Bridge can be deafening because of the four trains lines that rumble over the bridge right next to the walkway . . .
Sometimes, while you’re walking over the bridge and that cool breeze coming from the north washes over you, you see a nice moment in time that you only get a minute or two to take in before it’s gone . . . and it makes the whole walk nice.
