—Brooklyn Heights – Monday, April 8, 1996—
Shafts of morning light filtered through the thick canopy of trees as a molten sun burned above the horizon. Its tangerine rays cast shadows along the high rise apartments and office buildings of downtown, glass towers in the distance gleaming all around, igniting a new dawn in Brooklyn Heights.
It was spring, and the beaches would already be filling up
as they always did, the blazing heat forcing the sun worshippers to cool off
among the spring breakers by mid-afternoon. Further south, down the county road
leading towards the lake, resident vendors prepared for the day, ready to hock
their wares to the many tourists hoping to snag a few souvenirs.
