Along the cold Hudson River somewhere in upstate New York.
On my way back to Boston after a lovely month in New York, we went through the Lincoln Tunnel and, for some reason, back over the George Washington Bridge. I looked over at the Hudson River, the love of my life, and it was strange seeing ice there. It made sense that the Hudson would be frozen upstate, but I never think of it happening in the city-proper. I think I could also see the plane somewhere along the midtown seawall, too.
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