The Staten Island ferry is empty today.
I find a bench on the upper deck, where I can check the boat's progress. A cold spring wind blows through my hair and across my face, but it's little sacrifice for the view of the World Trade Center and Brooklyn. To my left a small group of Japanese tourists are huddled near the rail. They're clicking the shutters of their cameras at the Statue of Liberty, which stands in the distance.
From where I sit I cannot see, but I am content not to.
I know the view.