I have a great view for my apartment. I spent too much time working, and not enough time frolicking around in great views, but that's what it is. I do get to see New York in the morning, and in the evening, and it can be very beautiful.
I was struck this morning, when my eyes opened, to see the following.
I wasn't quite sure what to do about the dark cloud, was it smoke? We had had the Canadian fire last summer, blocking out all the light. That orange light, like dust, happening at dawn. It was a little bit of magic. It only lasted for about two minutes.
To give you a sense, here is what that view look like during the fires…
And 10 minutes later, on the same day, it looked even worse:
Sometimes, we need a reminder that there is magic out there, no matter what we think, no matter what we do. The night, it often sparkles in a way that would be hard to imagine had I not lived in this remarkable now.
This morning, I lived a moment of magic. It was only light, and only for moments. It was enough to let me know, it's there, waiting for us. It is waiting for us to know that magic, light, and hope for the future are all within our grasp.
The moment can pass. Don't let it be forgotten.
I'm going to end this article, such as it were, this song, written about living in here, in Brooklyn.
Thanks for reading, and I hope this Sunday pallet cleanser has been up your alley.
Right up my alley, being a NYC guy. Is your high rise apartment in Williamsburg or the next neighborhood up?