on coney island.

we rode the train to the last stop -- for sounds of the sea and a salty breeze, a roaring sunset and the inky silhouette of amusement rides, shuttered for winter. perhaps coney island is never so romantic as in winter. 

it makes me happy that new york city is the backdrop to these days. there's much to see, much to do, much to bottle forever with the click of a button or two.