I take subway B train to go to 47th Street where so called "diamond district" is.
B train crosses the river to get in Manhattan from Brooklyn. When the train comes out from underground and goes up to the bridge over the river, I feel like the train comes up for air after duration of a dive.
I am just looking at the river's water ripple. As the light comes, it's reflected on the water.
On the bridge, I can accept the fact that there are just good things and not-so good things in anyone's life.
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