This past week while walking the city streets of New York, I came across a large gathering while the helicopters buzzed above. They circled and circled making me a bit nervous. Was there a new protest? Was there a fatal incident? What was happening?
Turns out that a building had completely collapsed. Seemingly randomly. People were gathered watching and wondering what was occuring. In New York we have gone through the fire. Pandemic epicenter. Protests. Riots. Curfew. We stood watching the collapsed building what else were we to go through. It was quite evident to me that within the mass gathering, were very traumatized people waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Don’t get me wrong. New Yorkers gather around a scene at a drop of a hat. To us, the city streets, are a form of television. We stop and watch and opine. Then we quickly walk around with coffee in hand while starting a business call. Well. Not everyone does the latter. However, I most certainly do. Now, while we are “watchers”, that day we were standing holding our collective breath. We are tired. We want our summertime. We want some normalcy. At this point, so does everyone around the world. Here’s hoping that we can reach that state of being.