How Sunday came to a close: watching the sun set by the bridge with my two best friends.
We walked back to our car along the path that runs next to the train tracks, explaining to Indy that that’s where choo-choos go, and when the MetroNorth went by the guy driving leaned out the window, pointed at us, and honked the horn. Choo-choo, just like we’d said, just for him.
Best ending to a night ever.
