I am grateful for the heat that keeps us warm, and for the path that we are on. I am hopeful, too. Last night, our building's plaza was mostly empty; the streets were quiet. Not the New York that we know. A car alarm cried out (from the locking of its doors?). Its obtuse invasion made the quietude more quiet. Strange. Resting on the eve of change, we cocooned ourselves (in disbelief?), worried for the light of day. Now, the wait is over; the light is here.