Friday, August 06, 2004
It was a clear day this morning...
It was a clear day this morning in NYC. Amazingly clear. When my headed over the Verrazano Bridge I could the planes landing and taking off from JFK. And no these were no sun reflections, looking out from VZ toward JFK, you actually staring at the rising sun over LI. It was an amazingly clear morning. Further on my morning commute I could see skyline of Manhattan, and the traffic on the George Washington Bridge.
That brought back a memory of another amazingly clear morning several years ago, when I was forced to walk home over Bayonne Bridge because the city had been shutdown. It was an amazing clear morning, I could see many people walking over the respective bridges trying to get home from the worse day in their life.
I was not thinking about the events at the time I was walking. I was working on adrenalin; trying to get home to my wife, who I knew was worried. That day, when I finally got to the car that she had driven to to the pedestrian walkway entrace to the bridge, at the first sight of her face filled with fear and worry, I broke down and cried; we both cried.
Today the memories flooded back into my mind, reliving the events of that day. On this amazing clear and beautiful day I began to cry, again.
That brought back a memory of another amazingly clear morning several years ago, when I was forced to walk home over Bayonne Bridge because the city had been shutdown. It was an amazing clear morning, I could see many people walking over the respective bridges trying to get home from the worse day in their life.
I was not thinking about the events at the time I was walking. I was working on adrenalin; trying to get home to my wife, who I knew was worried. That day, when I finally got to the car that she had driven to to the pedestrian walkway entrace to the bridge, at the first sight of her face filled with fear and worry, I broke down and cried; we both cried.
Today the memories flooded back into my mind, reliving the events of that day. On this amazing clear and beautiful day I began to cry, again.
