The High Line

High Line

Friday morning, I went walking on the High Line with my friend Janet.  On our way to the elevated park, we passed many blossoming fruit trees.

Janet said it was like fireworks going off, all of the sudden flowers.  The magnolia blossoms in particular are spectacular, like someone who has opened her hand as far as possible, her fingers splayed wide.

At the highline itself, the young people sketching, the sound of foreign languages being spoken, the views out to the harbor, the fresh air and sun were all uplifting on my last day off.


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