Keeping time is an ancient art. Here in New York, Memorial Day and the prelude to it, resembles the epic ships coming into the harbor carrying many men with white caps and tan caps. Excuse me, many men and women with said respectable caps are seen in pairs, solo, groups, touring the city. Gracing the city if you will.
This year, I really felt the significance and the dramatic quality and observance of this day.
Just below 23 rd street , I saw the ships stunningly approaching their destination. If ever , I saw a ship on the Hudson, never before, have I seen one with such presence. yachts , tourist boats, look nice in the setting sun, but this was entirely different. this had history. It was, as I said "epic".
The day before , I got a glimpse of the freedom tower . I was visiting a friend who had a lovely view of the Hudson River and there it was, the new Freedom Tower.
I don't really want to write any more on this topic . except that , I hope to one day fully realize the significance of Memorial Day. I don't know if that is even possible. The scope of what our ancestors and fellow countrymen have done for us, and it just seemed strange that we , or most of us had the day off.
So many men and women have given their lives, and can we fathom, can we take pause to know what they gave for us? Will we as a nation , realize what America really means?
On a brighter note, I got a taco from a local Mexican restaurant, and I saw the most beautiful image: the sun holding the moon.
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