This is an excerpt from my blog Building Ordinary: What the plaza teaches me when I stand for peace today about our stand today:
Sharon, the other grandmother with whom I stand each week, is sick today–flu bug. I stand by myself for the first time.
Surprisingly, I do not feel alone. Standing next to one of the pollarded sycamores in the grove, I feel warmth coming from the tree.
It is chilly this morning. Somehow the tree has heat to spare and gives off just enough to warm me until the sun peaks over the tall buildings behind me and brightens the entire plaza.
The gilded fretwork on the doors of City Hall gleams and glints blindly as the sun hits it.
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