Sunrise, sunset . . .Groove!)
Plus, it's shaped like an armpit.
Although, I would probably never choose to live there, most of my family abides there. Instead of sending me to summer camp, my parents sent me to stay with the family in New Jersey. Everyone else came back to school talking about canoe trips and merit badges. I came back with progressively bigger hair and stories about boys I met at the mawl.
Now, I can always see New Jersey. Over there, across the Hudson.
I must say, whatever combination of air pollutants that combust in the sky betwixt Manhattan and New Jersey, they create the most beautiful sunsets.
I have been working on my boyfriend's computer since mine has been ill with the flu. Because of this, I have been enjoying his westerly view of this glorious daily occurence.
So, to begin this week. I give you a series of completely unaffected views of that wondrous vista . . .
It would be eerie if it wasn't so damn pretty.
Even the other buildings enjoy the view.
I had to go to the roof to see it unadulterated by windowpane.