Wednesday, December 2, 2020 - West 46th Street - “We went running around in circles waiting for some kind of flash of light, a sign.”

We went running around in circles waiting for some kind of flash of light, a sign. A few white clouds against an all blue sky here or there would be enough to keep us going, for a while.

On a Tuesday in early December I remember we were walking across West Forty-sixth Street –––– over the bridge above the tracks between Tenth Avenue and Eleventh Avenue –––– and the light was just right. It wasn’t just that the sky was blue, or how blue the sky was.

We had seen blue skies before, had felt them even. This was something more. Something eternal had happened and even if we couldn’t explain it at the time, it was obvious. It couldn’t have been more clear.