Riding to Roosevelt Island

I enjoy riding the tram out to Roosevelt Island. When I first moved to New York City, the transition was almost unbearable. I had lived many years, where I rode a Gondola to the top of a mountain nearly every winter morning. I needed this ride out to Roosevelt Island. The tram would rise into the sky, above the East River and all of Manhattan and Queens. Looking all the way down towards Brooklyn. The tram would then lowers itself, dropping me directly at the front door of the tennis club. Helping to ease my rough transition, reminding me of my most familiar.