This is one of my favorite places on earth. One of the others is a lake dock in an Idaho mountain town. The other is the MoMA. But I come to this place to be tethered. Grounded, placed in perspective.
On this day, of tethering, we ate salsa and chips on the beach below. Kites flapping in the rushing wind. Up here, though, eyes closed — I was escaping. What I learned, later, is that we can all tether and reckon and escape at once. But, first you need to find a place to start.