Big smoke

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. 

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