Last night, I walked to the subway from spin class, thinking about all I had to do when I got home. I thought of all the people who might be calling on the dead cell phone I had forgotten to charge. My empty refrigerator which would not be so helpful for dinner. So many unanswered e-mails. A manuscript in shambles waiting for me to tend to it.
As I stopped at the corner of 14th street and 6th Avenue, eyes focused on the walk signal, all I could think was that the stoplight could not change fast enough, that there just wasn’t enough time in the day to do all the things I needed to do.
But then I noticed all of these phones lifted up all around me. What was it that everyone had stopped to photograph? I looked to the moving traffic beside me, the deli across the street, the crowded sidewalk behind.
And then I looked up.
A purple sky. And all the once-silver buildings reflected gold.
Of course, there was no way for me capture it. No way for me to hold on. And I thought it was all the more beautiful for that.