Mae wrote this lovely post … an uplifting moment after a terrible week.
Yesterday, we flew over the storm that trapped me in Chicago. We bumped and thumped over the clouds. Belted in our seats, I was in the last row fighting back the urge to grab that little paper bag in the pocket seat. I kept my dignity in tact as lunch remained where I needed it to be.
When we landed in New York the sun was out and it was warm. Having lived the storm that was coming, I decided to run to the park and capture some photos of the trees. A now or never in case the intensity was the same as in Chicago. I feared all of the blooms would be blown away.
Central Park was beautiful and I was right to run up there to capture what already was a peak moment. As I neared Bethesda Fountain I spied a gondola on the lake. It was…
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