I’m in the Via riding to Newark. It’s damp and cool outside, the first nice day in a string of draining, heat-filled afternoons. I lugged my roller bag over to the waterfront in Williamsburg to see the renowned New York skyline one last time in my 20 min wait for a car. I watched the price steadily go up—$54 then $58 now $64 as I attempted to precisely time the arrival to the airport, not too early, not too late, just the perfect slice of time to get the adrenaline pumping at the possibility of missing a flight.
a drop of color (mini-📝 28/100)
a drop of color (mini-📝 28/100)
a drop of color (mini-📝 28/100)
I’m in the Via riding to Newark. It’s damp and cool outside, the first nice day in a string of draining, heat-filled afternoons. I lugged my roller bag over to the waterfront in Williamsburg to see the renowned New York skyline one last time in my 20 min wait for a car. I watched the price steadily go up—$54 then $58 now $64 as I attempted to precisely time the arrival to the airport, not too early, not too late, just the perfect slice of time to get the adrenaline pumping at the possibility of missing a flight.