I remind myself of this as I walk to work — 50 minutes from West 97th Street to my office in Rockefeller Center. Reminding myself not to get super-irritated by the always-blinking-hurry-up-or-you’ll-miss-it walk lights, the monotony of the so-familiar route, the thoughts of what I need to do once I get in the office. Beauty everywhere is a call to look up at the trees, so yellow right now, and to admire the architecture around Lincoln Center Plaza, and to appreciative the stalwartness of the doormen lining the avenues (good morning, they say). Today, I was rewarded with this pistachio-hued convertible piled high with Jo Malone wrapped gifts. Thank you, Jo.
More in my series of signs, this one injecting a whole lot of hope into a rainy morning. Could even call it an article of faith, since hope is so often paired with faith (and charity). Recalling now a family who called their daughters Faith, Hope and Charity. But that’s a story for another time.