Saturday, April 10, 2010

moment of joy, morning of sadness

We ate at the counter of Boston's O Ya. Plates of food that astonish and please all the senses.


The rain has stopped. We walk to the South Station T stop, pausing just for a split second to contemplate the perfectness of the moment.

I wake up to a bright and beautiful day.

...and I spend the hours reading all the Polish press online about the tragedy in SmoleĊ„sk. Eighty-eight precious lives. A president, senators, military leaders, the grandchildren of those who died nearby, in another tragedy not too many years before I was born.

Today, it's hard to be a Pole.