Breezy Point, Queens, New York
February 22, 2015
“Is it always so windy here?” I ask the gas station attendant.
He says yes.
It’s just another sunny, extremely windy day at Breezy Point. You can’t walk ten steps without nearly getting blown over.
But it’s worth it to run through the waves in February with the Financial District looming on the horizon. An ever-present, yet distant memory as you tumble wind-blown across the sand and ice.
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