Up in the air somewhere

I was too young the first time I visited America. I think I was about 5 years old. I don’t remember much.

The second time I visited was in 2016. We headed to New York, where my brother and his family live.

I don’t know where we were when I looked out the window to take this photo. But I do know we were flying over a huge city somewhere.

For Becky’s January #SquareUp.

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