It takes a while to reach the pinnacle of the Empire State building. Elevators lead to other elevators, where lines of restless children and their tired parents, honeymooners and other dreamers wait. The adventure is well worth the effort; for in the end, a city takes their breath away.
Looking out upon the majesty of skyscrapers, bridges, waterways and places unknown, two pigeons distracted me, and I was reminded: "Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth."
Not the whole truth, I would add--for the people I see on the streets far below are real, as is the child by my side. But we each have a vantage point, a place from which we see.
Oh to value that perspective, that piece of the truth in each other....why is that so difficult at times?
Looking out upon the majesty of skyscrapers, bridges, waterways and places unknown, two pigeons distracted me, and I was reminded: "Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth."
Not the whole truth, I would add--for the people I see on the streets far below are real, as is the child by my side. But we each have a vantage point, a place from which we see.
Oh to value that perspective, that piece of the truth in each other....why is that so difficult at times?
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