After reading crossing the Brooklyn Ferry and To the Brooklyn Bridge I started making connections with my daily travels and the poems. In both these specific instances the authors discuss the overwhelming visual stimulants that bring them joy as they journey from one end to the other. Living in Sunnyside I always find myself taking the 7 train regardless of where I need to go, and the special thing about the 7 line is at night you get a surreal view of Manhattan lit up at night just before you go underground to Hunters Points.
There is also something about the transition between the surface to the underground vice versa at night that really makes a person pay attention to those few seconds. I think it is funny because the view of Manhattan I see at night while taking the 7 train is very similar to that of the cliche pictures of the skyline you see on post cards. There 2 occasions over spring break where I took the 7 train really late at night and thought about how that image remained the same, but I knew from my visit there that so much was going on and that everyone was on the move and the city itself was not really the same as it once was when I headed into it.
