1. From bed, watching the traffic on the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges. All those lives, all going somewhere and coming from some place. Unknowable to me, but fully known the them.
2. And the bridges themselves. So elegant and strong. Such marvels of human achievement.
3. And below, the boat traffic on the East River. A barge; a tug; a police boat; a water taxi.
4. And the river itself.
5. All of it, all together, above and below, all in motion. The full symphony of it all. The flux. And me, propped up in bed, 50 stories high, observing it all.

Many thanks,

Me