January 7, 2023

It’s tough to describe what dawn looks like here. Every morning I’m heading west along 55th Street’s bike path I see something different. It’s not possible to look up at the buildings in the distance while still watching the road, but when I can, I do. Way up there, as I’m getting closer and closer to Lexington Avenue I notice for the first time three columns, blue and white, topped by red blinking lights, which sprint upwards toward the sky. Yes, they’ve stood there for a small eternity –––– twenty, thirty, forty years or more . . . but it’s just so easy to keep cycling by.