Returning to New York after a long absence is always
special. Seeing the lights of Manhattan on my way from the airport late last
night, I was taken by the beauty and might of the place that was, again, paying
tribute to all those who got affected… from the fallen and their loved ones to the whole nation. This vision –
of the city where every window light represents a person, a family, a life
story – gave me a sense of declaration of life itself. Two blue lights, rising
into eternity over the city that is alive and strong, made me think of their
very humane message to all who saw them: a reminder, and hope.
The quality of the picture is lousy, but the meaning is close to the heart. This post
comes with gratitude to those who gave life to save somebody’s husband, wife, mom,
dad, son, daughter, friend…
