The sun, finally the sun on Sunday afternoon and we take full advantage, driving into Piermont, New York and grabbing the last parking spot at the entrace of the Pier walk. Many others were already in motion and totally on our wavelength, strolling along the Hudson River, meeting it head on at the end of the Pier walk.
We haven’t been here in months and still the memories flood through me as we move along.
I used to live in Piermont, in a condo. My first home. A small apartment, perfect for a new homeowner, but way too small for two. I didn’t move far but this walk was replaced by the attractions of what Nyack has to offer. Lots of Hudson River spots there as well.
But today we walk in the present and remember the past. Our first walk, second, my photo shoot, and here we found something new.
A bench of wood, with a lovely dedication:
” Another Morning on the Pier
And Yet It Is Like No Other”
It’s the romance of Piermont and Nyack. A romance with the Hudson River.
Thanks Pete. We pledged to return to the bench one morning with cups of coffee and the New York Times and a camera, of course to enjoy a morning just to be with Pete.
How to lucky to live beside the Hudson.
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