I wasn't sure I'd be able to see them from over a hundred blocks away, not to mention all the skyscrapers in between. But when I took Bailey out for her last walkies of the evening, I made a point to look toward Lower Manhattan as we crossed Park Avenue.There they were. Two blue columns of light rising up from the horizon of buildings. Bails and I pressed on. There was a clearer view from Madison, and the clearest of all from 5th. Two distinct shafts of bright blue merging into one as they shot out into space.
Awe. Some.
Awe. Struck.
Awe. Full.
3 comments:
A fantastic reminder of an unforgettable tragedy.
I wish I had been there to see that. I grew up in New Jersey, just 45 minutes from NYC and remember the time before the twin towers were on the skyline, the time after there were built, and now. I live in Boston now.
It was an incredible site. I'm glad all the hub-bub is over, though. It's been an edgy time in NY.
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