All this Beauty

From a plane.

1.     Mt. peaks snow clouds and serene, full of stars.

2.     Lakes of darkness, dotted with tiny lights.

3.     City – a golden glow diffusing itself thru the smog. Hung between heaven and earth. 

Beautifully unreal.

As the plane started its upward ascent, I looked down to a scene of unsurpassable beauty, New York City with its millions of many colored lights was a glittering and moving mosaic. The higher we ascended, the less glittering it became until it was at last only a sea of darkness. When we approached Boston, a golden glow diffused itself thru the smog until the same glow of varied colors of light appeared as we saw when leaving New York. This trip had a strange relaxing effect on me, all this beauty was like a strong tranquilizing drug.  Soon I saw my son with Tom C. waiting for me - what a joy to see him again.  He insisted I stop at his dream place, restored {illegible} where he had worked so hard all summer long to reopen this learning place for disabled young people. 

Suddenly a woman, flashlight in hand, comes up the path checking lights in one of the restored buildings. Since I had come from Morocco to a very cold Massachusetts, I was too cold to explore with them. I was sent to the beautiful old home to warm myself. It was at first glance a store house for antiques, I noted sets of silver haphazardly displayed on sideboards. The stairway an unusual one had steps coming from both sides, meeting at a landing on second floor. The little room where I sat was cozy with its open fireplace. The kitchen a large one, had a row of windows extending length of one wall. All in disarray with no attempt to create beauty from such a conglomeration of things. 

circa 1976.