Yesterday, before the storm.
Yesterday, on the brink of the storm.
Today, watching the storm recede. (The Freedom Tower, finally visible again in the distance. Emilia: "Mommy, the clouds are letting us see the city again."...
When all was finally said and done, it wasn’t appearing on CNN in a tutu – nor appearing on CBC in a tutu, or posing in Central Park in a tutu, or watching as a limo slowed down on Fifth Avenue and the passenger leaned out the window and hollered – at me – hey, I saw you on TV in that tutu! – that stood out as the most memorable moment of my week last week. Which, when you think about it, is memorable in itself: I had a week in which I appeared on CNN in a tutu and that particular experience will not be recounted here because, during that particular week, stranger things happened.