On bridges
After receiving a bike in the mail I was quickly reminded that some of my best thinking happens when I’m exloring new areas, such as Queens.

Here’s the esb from the Pulaski Bridge, which connects Brooklyn to Queens.
I rode around without any destination in mind, and eventually found myself on the Queensborough bridge, which about halfway across I realized was headed for Manhattan.

It was near this point that it became very obvious I was not going to Brooklyn.
I rode on and tried to find a bike path along the water. It took me awhile, but eventually I found it. I took this down to the Williamsburg bridge:

And then made my home.
“I was quickly reminded that some of my best thinking happens when I’m exloring new areas”
I’m finding this to be true for myself as well. Recently I’ve started to take destination-less walks around Boston while listening to podcasts. It can be very serene and thought provoking.