I wonder if the residents of San Francisco or New Yorkers feel this same way about the Golden Gate Bridge and the Statue of Liberty.
But it was on that August morning somewhere between two-way radio commands and the buzzing of a Podracer-esque drone that I recalled how amazing this view had been the first time I crossed the pedestrian bridge in 2005: With the bold silhouette of the skyline doubling itself in the James, I was overcome by the early summer scene as an epic convergence and clash between nature and man. And just then, remembering my experience from ten years earlier, the sun peeked between two buildings and winked at me. She winked at me! And I flushed.