There's a stretch of the J between Marcy and Essex where the train climbs up onto the Williamsburg Bridge and the whole city shows off for you. The skyline. The river. Brooklyn behind you like a sentence you just finished.
Forty seconds. Maybe fifty on a slow day. Costs you $2.90 and a little self-respect, because you will, every single time, get out your phone.
I've seen tourists weep. I've seen brokers cry too, in their own way. I've seen a man propose, get turned down, and still take a selfie with the skyline. New York.
I take the J when I'm sad on purpose. Something about being physically lifted above the city recalibrates me. You are small. The city is huge. Your problem is real but has edges.
Best view in town. Cheapest ride of your life.
Love,