March 2, 2012

This was the first day of the Baha’i Fast, which I am not observing this year. Here at the top of Washington Rock I can see, beyond the little bit of state park outside Dan’s glass kitchen doors, a small portion of faraway, bluish horizon that I know to be somewhere between the Manhattan skyline and the bridge over the Verrazano Narrows. I wonder how many of my brothers and sisters are in that immense space, sipping water and getting ready to eat their dinners. I who am already sated send them prayers.

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