I was reading National Geographic last night, an article about light. Physics, photons, waves, spectrums -- it was all there. And as a curious aside, they included a picture taken at dawn of a workman replacing the red blinking light that is perched atop the antenna tower on the Empire State Building. It was a nice picture, maybe I will scan it after work and post it here. And it is fascinating to see close-up such things which are familiar to us at a distance. There was the East River in the thin light of early dawn, the Brooklyn Bridge, the surrounding huge buildings looking tiny from the tip of that height 1400 feet off the ground.
And there was in the grey distance near the tip of Manhattan, two towers -- so fond. So painful.
They are gone.
This e-mail message was forwarded to me, but unlike most of the garbage forwarded to me by my dear friends (who really do mean well), this possesses some intrinsic value.
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