When we first moved from the wide-open spaces of Michigan to mountainous Vermont, I felt like I did not see a sunset for a couple of years. Then I learned to see them differently. In the Green Mountain state you simply can’t see the sun set at the horizon! Since then I’ve seen countless lovely sunrises and sunsets, higher in the sky or over the mountains or reflected off clouds in the opposite direction.
Here in NYC this week the sunrises and sunsets have been fabulous, but I had to remind myself to find beauty in seeing them wedged between buildings or reflected off glass facades. It was not difficult doing so.
Only the small crescent moon made a solo performance—just above Broadway and 72nd—to a fanfare of traffic, sirens and people crossing against the light while on their cell phones. I had no camera with me at the time, but the memory of the brave little orb is etched in my internal hard drive.