Thanks for dropping in. Up early with the jetlag jitters, and already the city is buzzing below. So while Dave goes out in search of coffee with an extra shot, I thought I’d write to my buddies back home, and share a few snapshots of yesterday with you….
Walked miles down to the start of the High Line. It is is an elevated walkway, which has transformed a disused railway line into a beautiful art walk. We walked the entire length, listened to the classical musical wafting out from the loud speakers, chatted to fellow English folk along the way, who were also out, enjoying the sunshine – it was delightful.
And then it was time to hook up with Grace and her Mark after work.
And we hit the town all over again. 23,000 steps later, we went on a river cruise…
Then we went to Ground Zero, to pay our respects. And no matter how many years pass, the sadness, shock and grief never lessens. The overwhelming sense of terror, bewilderment and devastation grips you as soon as you touch the names wrapped around the waterfalls. Bloody terrible.
It’s an amazing city, it really is. Grace put it well. She said it is such a melting pot of ethnicities, that everybody belongs. There is not that feeling of being different or an outsider, because anything goes.
Grace has grown into a formidable young woman, I must say. She smiles and chats to everybody, whether it be the girl behind the counter in the coffee shop or the homeless guy asking for change. And people always laugh with her and chatter back. Perhaps we should take a leaf out of her book, because it seems to me that the wonderful energy she puts out there comes back to her in spadefuls.
Time to go meet them now. Today’s the day we sort out Clarity Headquarters New York! Gracie said she thinks a filing cabinet would be handy. One?
Love and hugs,