Early this Thanksgiving morning we took the G and Q trains to Brighton Beach. It was very quiet and still as we walked up Coney Island Avenue the block to the beach.
On the boardwalk, the sand was high and spilling over. We spent a quiet (but cold) hour sitting on the bench in the sand, reading and drinking tea, and when we got up, there were already a good number of early birds (including one former BMCC student who came over to say hi) strolling and chatting in Russian.
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