New York, my dear town I have bad news for you. You have survived so much and you always stood you ground. So much so that your sons, daughters and adopted children have become like you. Hard and at times looking unfriendly, but with a heart made of gold. Once you approach them, they are like you. Full of wonder and love for all. I used to watch the snow and the wind from my apartment window as a kid. In wonder how those glass windows would tolerate such turbulence and not break.
My dear New York, for reasons that some argue, you have been born in a place that is not conducive to the weather patterns that we are now having. You see New York, The sea, ocean and rivers don’t want to stay in their beds. They have become agitated and are pacing in a way even our computers can’t predict. Feeling warm and bothered they want to run away.
This means my dear New York City that we most think differently than we have before. We most now solved the problem of keeping the rivers in its place and not allow them to swallow us. At least nature has given us warning. This is happening now.
What do we need? Just like we built tunnels and buildings that seem to touch the sky, we most built higher, live at higher ground and put a barrier from the water and us. Yes we love the water, but the water only tolerate us.
Let the water know it’s place. Lets built strong and high, even if we have to borrow elevators from the Empire State Building to take a peek at the water that would drawn us and if not us, our sons and daughters.
How are you taking the bad news New York? Im sure you are saying “ if it is, it is. Just don’t expected it in a New York minute.
Adam Gonzalez, for adamfoxie*blog Int.