On a cheerful
Sunday, December 2nd where wispy cirrus clouds formed high above a light
blue sky, I walked the Brooklyn Bridge for the first time. Venturing over
the architecturally fascinating suspension bridge into Manhattan, beneath the intricate web of cables, with sun
drenched views spanning the East River, and coming upon tiny details like the master
lock traditions and small graffiti messages, I took it all in with each passing step. This was bucket list big.