traveling by way of public transportation, i made my way over the east river to jersey city. it is my friend’s birthday party.
those moments after getting off the PATH train and into the cool night, you realize how much quieter and serene this part of new jersey is. almost too quiet, but never feeling menacing, the enclosing black shapes all sorts of beautiful angles and shapes.
you can see why people who can afford it, would move to such a place; lovely riverside walks, great view of manhattan from the side, picturesque, almost noble in its visual sumptuousness.
i left with a friend with a car, and as we went through the holland tunnel, i could still feel the alluring remnants of those caressing waters upon night shores.