Coney Island

The Warriors


This is one of the first Thanksgiving's by myself in a new city and no family members close by. It felt bittersweet but their was a good deep feeling I had about it. 61 degrees, sun was out, one of those days where you could hear every bird in the city while the streets were clear. The city empties out around the holidays and feels a bit liberating. 

Next thing I knew, I was on the Q train heading to Coney Island. And I started off on the beach.

It has been about 6 months since I've seen any type of nature (water, grass, sand, anything). It felt amazing to get away from the concrete jungle for a little. 

I made my way back to the deck near the park and started to imagine all the laughter and great times this park has brought since 1903. I began to think about all the families and memories this park holds for millions across the country and the world.

One of the greatest days of my New York experience and I will be heading back there soon once the snow does it's magic this winter.

Coney, I thank you.