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dragonlady7This is pretty much apropos of nothing, but I was idly reading and thinking and reading, and suddenly was struck to tears with a memory of the ravishingly beautiful lights of Manhattan seen on the Fourth of July from the parking lot of an office in Hoboken.
At the time it was a disconcerting experience: Fireworks were going off in three or four places at once, and while we had a wonderful view of a display down by the Verrazano Narrows bridge (a splendid arc of green, sprinkled with the ephemeral and eerily silent glitter of fireworks too far to hear in synch), there was a display going on in the East River that was too low to see over the buildings, so it was indistinct flickers of light in the sky and through the skyscrapers.
Given that this was the parking lot from which Z had watched the Twin Towers fall, and I knew that, we stood mutely, arms around one another's waists, and I began to cry, because it looked like New York was being shelled by artillery, and just having that thought frightened me badly.
It was beautiful, but unnerving.
I tried to take photos. They didn't come out. I had a shitty camera and no tripod.
I don't know where this memory just came from, but it was really vivid.
At the time it was a disconcerting experience: Fireworks were going off in three or four places at once, and while we had a wonderful view of a display down by the Verrazano Narrows bridge (a splendid arc of green, sprinkled with the ephemeral and eerily silent glitter of fireworks too far to hear in synch), there was a display going on in the East River that was too low to see over the buildings, so it was indistinct flickers of light in the sky and through the skyscrapers.
Given that this was the parking lot from which Z had watched the Twin Towers fall, and I knew that, we stood mutely, arms around one another's waists, and I began to cry, because it looked like New York was being shelled by artillery, and just having that thought frightened me badly.
It was beautiful, but unnerving.
I tried to take photos. They didn't come out. I had a shitty camera and no tripod.
I don't know where this memory just came from, but it was really vivid.
