Yesterday I went back to Coney Island, even though we were just there a couple of weeks ago. I didn't really have anything better to do on a Sunday, and the weather was right for a long walk by the ocean. I ended up at the end of the fishing pier, where old Russian guys were bundled up next to their poles. Then Nate arrived, and we explored the area under the Boardwalk-- a hidden catacomb of homeless encampments, abandoned furniture, and stray cats. Climbing back out on to the beach, the sky seemed impossibly bright.
Related: Another view.