I have an early morning meeting in lower Manhattan. I exit the subway to a city not quite awake.
My path takes me around the Oculus and 9/11 Memorial Pools. I pause to touch one of the engraved names, make a silent prayer in a morning meditation.
Spring is in the air. Daffodil blooms where you least expect them. Skies are blue, the clouds an art form.
I catch a whiff of rain.
The city is alive with new energy.
People are smiling, that’s always a good sign.
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