I was happy to see the trees in bloom as I ran along the river, but I felt some sadness about returning to the United States after a week away.
It’s still my home, of course, and its beauty and potential remain miraculous and overwhelming.
I try not to think about the news. Or the past. Or the future.
I want to be ‘mindful’ and focus on the many good things in life.
If I could freeze the moment when I saw the light passing through this Japanese crabapple tree, I thought, I could be happy forever.
Or just staring at the city skyline across the perfectly calm waters of the Hudson.
But the light fades, and the moment passes. Breath is required, and with it the awareness that everything and nothing is changing, which is comforting and terrifying.
There is a perverse comfort in the return of violent memories.
And the hope to one day outrun them.
