Sailing on the Hudson

One of the things I really love is to live where I live.  To have ended up here I consider this one of the better decisions in my life. The Hudson view from my window is always great: rain, shine, snow, storm, thunder. There is not a single morning that I will not roll out of bed and admire the view —  gray or green water, high or low tide, I love it. A secret dream of mine was when I grew up  to live close to the water; I have arrived. I walk out of the building, there is no street to cross and I take my morning run (or walk) alongside the shore, looking at the bridge in a different light every day.

This year it is a hot summer, really humid and hot and everybody hates it. It happened that an oyster boat anchored the other day at the Marina, an old old boat, with a wide berth and no luxuries whatsoever, huge coarse sails on two masts and fortunately also a motor. It was available for hire and so we went for a couple of hours at evening time for a sail, a little bit up the Hudson, a little bit down, past Manhattan's skyline surrounded by the greenish lush of the island and past all the new buildings and parks and the Palisades on the NJ side. Although I have studied this so many times, again it looked slightly different and more beautiful. Yes!