It was the kind of sky that I could have just as easily missed if I'd gone left and walked toward the park, or looked down to tie my shoe. It was the kind of sky that saw me through last winter's cold NYC mornings and chilly conversations at home. The heated exchanges while managing remote learning and the tight hugs after a tough day.
Read MoreA silver lining to moving content around is being able to reread your own writing. I reflected on all the curve balls that have been thrown our way in the last couple of years and am grateful we’re still standing. I was reminded of my love for NYC, even in a pandemic when it seemed everyone else had left. I saw how much older my kids look now, and how their noticings and wonderings have evolved.
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