i went to coney island.
on january 1st
to forget an old love story
healing from my wounds. i flew to new york
wandering around on the bridges at the hudson.
not far from our old home.
to bed shortly before midnight. in some small hotel somewhere on the lower east side.
woke up early and took the train to coney island.
fascinated by the abandoned luna park ambiance.
fragile, lost in the mist.
and then they came.
the polar bears.
they ran into the water by the sound of the horn.
a day i never forget.
the start in the new year could not have been better.