the Road to Manhattan

...is green and long and filled with baby animals at this time of year.
I swear I'm in a cartoon. I've seen baby foxes, woodchucks, deer-cavorting around with their folks in the woods of the Upstate.
This weekend, I'll head toward that land of fortification where we braced ourselves against everyone else bracing themselves.
In the process, it all softened.

While pining for the past, we made such good friends.
I miss you, New York City, though we're probably better long-distance pals.

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