Beautiful essay, Irv. I, too, have really appreciated the quiet in my neighborhood, during this time. There is much less traffic, even now, and I love this. Your essay reminded me of a wonderful Sunday morning, when I took the train to Union Station from my home in the suburbs. I walked off the train, east on Madison. I emerged from the cool depths of the train station to a warm, windless day. The sun was shining, golden, on the limestone and marble facades of the tall buildings, and save for the clack clack of the el train half a mile away, there was silence. It was one of the most peaceful moments I've ever had.
Beautiful essay, Irv. I, too, have really appreciated the quiet in my neighborhood, during this time. There is much less traffic, even now, and I love this. Your essay reminded me of a wonderful Sunday morning, when I took the train to Union Station from my home in the suburbs. I walked off the train, east on Madison. I emerged from the cool depths of the train station to a warm, windless day. The sun was shining, golden, on the limestone and marble facades of the tall buildings, and save for the clack clack of the el train half a mile away, there was silence. It was one of the most peaceful moments I've ever had.
Beautiful prose!
My brother reminded me yesterday that each day is a gift.
He knows!
Beautiful. Shared on Facebook.
Thank you, Mrs. Soloway. A recommendation from you is an honor for any writer.