bar in brooklyn

I met Kevin after work yesterday evening for dinner. First we stopped at Post Office for a drink, and found the street facing wide windows open. I love this time of year. It's funny the way everyone loves open air but look at what we look out on: parked cars, trash bags, the underside of a highway. I find it romantic of New Yorkers to so cherish sidewalk seating, balconies, rooftops. My own roof has the shittiest view in the borough, and yet I wouldn't have it any other way.

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