My route home normally includes coming across the George Washington Bridge on the upper level. The view of New York City is breathtaking, and I continue to be like a child seeing the city for the first time. I argue with my GPS that wants to route me another way. Even with heavy traffic it's too precious a sight to miss. The absence of the world trade towers always brings sadness in the midst of great joy in seeing the skyline.
Saturday morning brought a walk in Collinsville along the river. There was such a stark difference in the river's quiet water and the ocean's roar. I loved being back in Collinsville and thought about the beautiful beach I had just left. The contrast in water was a reminder of the importance of listening in the quiet times and in the times of crashing chaos. There are words in the silence just as there are in chaos. The beach was a precious gift of time with good friends for which I am grateful.