In all the agony of New York, I loved The High Line. It’s a former elevated rail spur that has been converted into a fabulous urban garden. Should have stayed up there for hours. And it’s where I found the best coffee that I drank in New York.
And a bee and I found each other not too far from a pair of water towers. No wonder I was happy.
Kinda made me feel like after all the rush and insanity of man’s Manhattan, when we are all gone, what will be left will be grasses and bees and Lady Liberty.