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Today was such a beautiful day. I went running along the waterfront. The sun was shining and the water of the East River splashed into the air as it crashed against the edge of the dock. There are some sandy parts, but they’re small and usually filled with junk. The walkway goes right up to the edge of the water, and it’s held up by pillars embedded in the ground, so I guess you can call it a dock even though it’s not made of wood, and it’s not made for tying boats to.
When the weather is nice there are always about a dozen old men out there with their fishing poles. Most of them are Chinese. My grandmother says they actually eat the fish they pull out of the water. I know the river is much cleaner nowadays, but there’s no way you’ll catch me eating fish pulled out of that water. It looks like fun, and I’ve never been much of a fisherman, but one of these days, I’ll try to rangle up a fishing pole and practice some catch-and-release. I don’t think you need a permit.
The view of the East River is awesome. Every waterfront view is, but this route takes you beneathe the spanning arms of the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges. It’s a little noisy because it’s right under the East Side highway, but on a sunny day like today, a little noise is nothing.
For a few months I’ve been taking the city for granted. Now that I’ve been here for a while it feels like the same old, same old sometimes. But unlike the bustle of the daily grind, the simple things like this remind me that I have moved to a great city. And that with every subway ride I take underground, and every beam of sunlight I see overhead reflected off of the glass-faced skyscrapers, I know that life here can only get more interesting.