Stand at the very end of Wall Street and look back to see Trinity Episcopal Church, first built in 1698, spikey spire silhouetted ‘tween the towers of the financial world. There’s a grudging accommodation in this city, the modern crowding but not toppling the old, crowds stampeding but not trampling, people looking but not intruding.
With the temp at 22 (feels like 16 sez the news), Kangeiko! is still very much on, and a warm church is a welcome respite for body and soul. I take a pew, enjoying the posture and the creak, greeting the space like an ex – animosity ameliorated by time and distance leaving merely a fondness and familiarity.