Tracyville

The Tropic of Brooklyn

Living amidst the tangle of concrete in New York, it’s often easy to forget that we are, in fact, surrounded by water and the beach is just a stone’s throw away. But the other morning I woke up, and maybe it was the humidity in my apartment, or maybe a particular smell on the breeze blowing through the window, and I suddenly remembered I live a very short train ride from the ocean.

Note to self: If you go to Coney Island on a Tuesday in late May, it’s practically deserted.

I went to Nathan’s, bought a hot dog and the largest Diet Coke on offer …

… and went for a walk down the boardwalk. I walked all the way to Moscow.

It was a good day.