As we were leaving New York City last Sunday morning, we were driving south along the West Side (perhaps we were on Hudson)? The streets were quiet and deserted as they always are on a Sunday morning in New York.
From a distance, we saw what seemed to be a great ship at full sail, which was surprising, because even though we were near the river, it was still a few blocks distant.
We got closer and saw that the nylon sheeting had come off of a building under construction. We stopped our car in the middle of the street and just stood there for a while and saw the wind exerting its will. Like I said, there’s nothing moving in New York on a Sunday morning.
Except for the wind, of course.
It reminded me of that scene from American Beauty, where the kids watch the movie of the bag being blown about for 15 minutes. They say some wonderfully poetic things about the power of wind and what it reveals about the essence of life.
We just thought it was beautiful.
