|It is the building to the left of the flowering purple. (I had to find a way to mark it.)|
I live near the waterfront, along the East River, just before Brooklyn hooks and bends. I run this route very often, over and over again, to the Brooklyn Bridge and back. It is hard to tire of the Manhattan skyline. There is nothing like it. When I come home from time away, when I sit in traffic on the Brooklyn Queens Expressway or dip down into Laguardia or Kennedy airport, this is what I see. It never fails to take my breath away.
This morning, when I ran, I decided to bring my camera and stop for a photograph. Because it is official. On Tuesday the Freedom Tower became the tallest building in Manhattan. It has crept past the Empire State Building and it will grow taller still.
This, I think, is progress. Slow. Steady. Unseen. And then, one day, a day like any other, chin-yanking, heart-stopping tall.