Walking Through History ...

As I was sitting at breakfast out on Route 17 this morning, following HuffPostLive as the Supreme Court rulings were coming down, it never occurred to me that by evening I would brush up against a moment in history. But my life is like that sometimes.

We returned to Bear Mountain for a second straight day, hoping to catch lightning in a bottle. It was cloudier and much more humid, so this proved a fool's errand. Even so, there were a few magic moments amidst the need to recalibrate.

After stopping at Chili's for lunch (yes, again) we went home for a bit, which proved to be a colossal mistake. The sturm und drang returned with a vengeance, and we nearly lost our way, on a macro scale. But we kept going, and didn't give up, and decided to try moving the molecules.

The City felt like the place to go, as it often does, so we parked the car on our secret street and started walking around our neighborhood. Washington Square was buzzing and marvelous as always. We gave a dollar to a mad bagpiper, while reading street art clearly meant for The Doctor ...

There was a genuine happiness in the air in The Village. So many people in the streets, greeting each other happily. It was clear that there was no where else to be on such a powerful day. As luck would have it, when we decided not to walk up 5th and instead chose to walk across Waverly, we found ourselves in front of the Stonewall Inn, which needs no introduction today ...

There were hundreds of people milling about, hugging and crying and taking pictures and embracing and just being happy. It was hot and humid and no one seemed to care. Everyone just seemed aware of how important today's rulings were, even though there is still a long way to go. It was amazing to be there, on that street, nearly 44 years to the day the gay rights movement began. I don't know if I've ever been more proud of the choices I've made.

The ride home had a dip in energy yet again, and we have clearly as much work to do as the movement does as a whole, but for a few hours here and a few hours there, today was as restful and inspired and perfect a Wednesday as one could ask for.

Onward, then. Good night.