First of all, I want to thank all of you who sent your condolences and other thoughts over my mother's passing.
While pedaling to school this morning, I couldn't help but to think of her. She was an early riser and often ambled by the canal behind her house.
The Bronx Kill, which ebbs and swells under the Randall's Island Connector, is not nearly as bucolic as the waterway in her backyard. I guess it was the calm, and the softness of the early morning light, that made me think of her, again.
Or perhaps it was another early riser:
While pedaling to school this morning, I couldn't help but to think of her. She was an early riser and often ambled by the canal behind her house.
The Bronx Kill, which ebbs and swells under the Randall's Island Connector, is not nearly as bucolic as the waterway in her backyard. I guess it was the calm, and the softness of the early morning light, that made me think of her, again.
Or perhaps it was another early riser:
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