Sometimes a moment lingers and the memory it produces is like a snapshot.

The B and Q train travel between Manhattan and Brooklyn on the Manhattan Bridge. This bridge may not be as pretty nor as popular as the heralded Brooklyn Bridge but the view it offers is just fine.

The Statue of Liberty and skyline are seemingly within reach. The boats below and the sky above vary each hour and day.

A number of years ago I made a promise to myself.  While the train made the crossing, I would stop whatever I was doing to peer out its window.

I’ve kept my promise.  I never tire of the view.