We Stand Together

Last weekend I spent time in New York City with my older and twin sisters. Since my twin sister was due to have major surgery a few days later, our time together was perceptibly sacred.

Our hotel was packed with students partaking in the Global Classrooms International Model UN Conference. These kids came from all over the world and spoke in a myriad of languages, and walking out into the street was no different. There were hoards of people of all nationalities, religions, races, ages. Going from almost no people in the Outer Banks to swarms of us in the Big Apple could have been startling to me. But I was struck by how whole bodies of people seemed to stand and move together and how they coexisted peacefully with often little to no personal space.

Walking past Bryant Park, I took note of the rows and rows of mixed spring flowers standing close together and blooming, and I deeply inhaled the overwhelming fragrance of the hyacinths.