On the ferry to Governor’s Island
We went back in time for a day to the Jazz age. We drank cocktails made from elderflower liquor and champagne. We wore white shoes that grew grassy from wet picnic blankets. Our make up wore off, from dancing the charleston in the sun. We were among the last to leave the island at the magic hour, and we looked at New York city across the water and we felt glad in our hearts that we moved here, even though we are so far from everyone we know and love, because we have made a new home here together.