Yes, I Still Miss New York

And I loved this poem over at 5-7-5. I enjoyed flying into and out of LaGuardia when we lived in the NYC. I almost always flew right over our neighborhood, which was great fun, and flying in or out at night was an extra special treat. New York looks so starry and peaceful from the air. Although the view flying into Honolulu is also striking, mainly because after hours and hours of dark ocean, unexpectedly there's life again.

But whereas a flight into New York always made me feel hopeful, something about so many miles of ocean surrounding me on all sides feels a bit...ominous. I suppose I'll get used to it.

Won't I?

Gosh, I hope so.