My New York: Green with Growth

My New York: Green with Growth

My New York — a place where every living thing learns how to grow.

The trees are tall and full, interwoven with small saplings and memories.

Coming back, I wasn't quite sure how all the pieces would fit together, how I would fit into New York's equation, and how New York would fit into mine.

New York is my old friend, graciously welcoming me back, greeting with open arms that I embraced right back with an open heart.

My dear New York has seen it's fair share of me, and each time I come back I'm always left surprised. Surprised at how we always pick things right back up where we left them, as if hardly anytime had passed at all.

 
 

These last three weeks have been some of the sweetest days I've ever known. I love you, New York.

Kinzua

Kinzua

America, the Road to Home

America, the Road to Home