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It is always just at the moment when I am leaving New York City that I fall back in love with it. A tinge of pink sunset reflected off of the buildings at Columbus Circle reminds me that the natural and the man-made can be a briliant team. Rushing to the Lincoln Center Festival to catch some Beckett before heading to the west coast for a couple of weeks, I’m reminded again and again of balance. It is such a gift to live in this place where possibilities abound even as they sometimes stifle. Through the crowded buildings, one occasionally catches an expanse of sky, a patch of hope cracked wide open that would likely be missed in a place without such an extremity of contrast.

To expound on Beckett (a crime if ever there was one), just when you think you can’t go on, you’re inspired to do just that. Or, as Beckett himself more perfectly put it, “I can’t go on. I’ll go on.”