and three days in december
the sky's on your side
the front of the plane, because it's your 27th and i don't do things halfway.
the boro hotel, long island city — one stop across the river. that's the secret: manhattan doesn't get this view of itself.
your room is glass from floor to ceiling, the skyline lined up on the other side of the water — the empire state building front and centre. coffee with the whole city in the morning; its glow on your ceiling at night.
ten minutes on the train to midtown. close to everything, quiet after everything. and on night one — the tower lighting your window is the one you'll be standing on top of.
don't close the curtains. that's the whole point.
there's a new york citypass waiting for you — bought, paid, done. five tickets to the five best doors in the city, and every one of them opens for you. i picked them like this:
the tallest view, the dinosaurs, the statue, the memory, and the sunset — the whole city in five turns of a key. the app on your phone is the keyring.
three days isn't long. but you'll land with a whole city in your pocket and a hundred stories i can't wait to hear. new york will have been all lit up for december — and lucky thing, it will have had you in it.
happy 27th, my love. this one's all yours.