Live From New York

I watched the sun rise today. One used to the golden rays of a Lancaster early morning, the clouds casting their crimson and purple hues across the sky, may not think a New York sunrise, seen from the fifth story could ever be so beautiful. Today I stand corrected. I looked up from my email this morning only to see beams of light- no, actually beams of gold- shining though the towering buildings into the plaza below. I was struck by this beauty in the most unlikely of places. As I studied this scene more closely, I noticed, in that golden light, that the plaza trees no longer bore green leaves. Instead their leafy crests were tinged a yellow-orange, as is the golden shafts of sunlight kissed thier tree tops, causing them to blush.