I don’t know which is the best part of my day: sitting down in front of our living room window with a cup of coffee in the morning to watch Manhattan go from grey to red and wait for my hair to dry, or stepping out of the train station at night and seeing the Queensboro bridge all lit up directly above the island and the city a few hundred feet across the river. It’s worth noting that both of these moments involve looking at the city, and neither of them were regular parts of my day before the move. I did have something analogous when I lived in Brooklyn - the train I took home would go over the Manhattan bridge, and there would be a few minutes where I could look out the window at the Brooklyn bridge and lower Manhattan. I don’t know why I like cityscapes so much, but I really do.

Incidentally, I guess the point at which I step off the train at night and look at the bridge while I wait for the bus is probably the best part of my day, because I’m done with work for the day and am five minutes from getting home and seeing Chris. In the morning I’m still too resentful about being up before it’s fully light out.