meditations
The Hour Before the Town Wakes
A meditation on the liminal moment between night and day in a European village square, when the world belongs only to those who rise before it.
There's a bench in Paley Park on East 53rd Street in Manhattan that I've walked past maybe a hundred times without ever actually sitting down on it. It's one of those small vest-pocket parks the city tucked between skyscrapers in the 1960s, complete with a waterfall wall that drowns out the traffic...
A meditation on the liminal moment between night and day in a European village square, when the world belongs only to those who rise before it.
A meditation on the liminal moment between night and day in a European village square, when the world belongs only to those who rise before it.