Williamsburg Bridge, you were a crystallising moment.
Fifteen minutes walking up and over the grungy belly of NYC – she is built of brick, broken and beautiful, full of dreams and unturned corners. Her vista a faraway masterpiece. Your great grids and beams criss-crossed my path, directing me to the perfect view.
Waves below and big smoke all around, your sound was a deafening rumble and rattle that filled me with energy.
A tiny spectacle in the heart of you.