early morning in the city that wakes up

this morning i was walking down west third.... it was like 7:30 and there was no one out... the city was empty... where as the city is usually a sensory overload this morning was nothing like that..... i don't know how to explain how i felt except to say that i saw everything and heard everything.... even though there was nothing to see or hear..... the sun was shining right down third Ave from the East river to the Hudson..... it almost seemed as though the sun was rising over me this morning.... It shown in my eyes causing me to walk blindly down the brightly lit street....

while standing my lobby waiting for the elevator, I heard a voice i knew..... it was having a conversation that i had heard before..... it took me a few minutes to realize that i was listening to Krista Tippet talk to a Midwife for the Dying on the public radio program Speaking of Faith..... a Midwife for the Dying.... can you imagine the sadness that must lurk in those rooms..... those rooms that she insists on bringing light into....those rooms that are so brightly lit by the sun that that people must walk blindly down the brightly lit street of death.....