Today was a nondescript gray day–the kind of day that populates February and March in NYC. I was ready to write it off until I caught a small peak of the sun from a Manhattan-bound Q train. The sun’s rays descended below the cloud line and behind the Brooklyn Bridge at the precise moment my subway car barreled across the Manhattan Bridge. It seemed as though the scene was prepped for my enjoyment specifically, to lift me out of my winter doldrums. Well played, New York.
*This is Why showcases moments that remind me why I love NYC.