I Miss New York As It Was
I miss getting covered in sand from the beach.
I miss walking around in the blistering sun.
I miss the back of my t-shirt sticking to the subway chair.
I miss waiting to get a drink at a crowded bar.
I miss my umbrella popping inside out leaving me soaked in the middle of the street.
I miss the wind tunnels dropping the temp 10 degrees each time you turn a block.
I miss tourists asking me how to find the High Line.
I miss New York as it was.