“Over the great bridge, with sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” F. Scott Fitzgerald in New York
Monday in Brooklyn.
Feelin’ all the types of grateful for the people in my life this morning. 2018 was one of the most difficult years yet, but I’m looking to 2019 armed with the lessons and love of friends who were relentlessly there for me when they didn’t have to be. Thank you ❤️ also, how 🔥 is @travelonaplatenyc ?!