• garrison gibbons

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.



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