Mist on the Hudson River
breaking up the sheer headlands
clings like a woman
cold in a chiffon gown.
287 EAST EXIT 9
TAPPAN ZEE BRIDGE
"Have a nice day,"
the toll operator says.
And Billy Joel was singing about the Empire State.
Beautiful drive yesterday. It only took me three tries to get through the 17/287/87 interchange, which must be some kind of personal best. (There are two 287 Souths, you see, and the signage is Not Helpful. One of them is really 287 East, anyway. Nyah!)
I had a really nice day in New York City with the Editrixen, Josh, Dave, coffeeandink, and arcaedia. (Though not all at once.)
The last half hour of the drive was a bit harrowing, as the snow started coming down pretty fast. The roads were good, but visibility went to hell for a while. Still, I'm here--safe in Connecticut, and need to get cracking on finding a place to live.
Funny how crossing the Hudson River really felt like coming home.