How beautiful are the feet of the faithful

The skies are clear over New York, the smoke from Canadian forest fires has dissipated, so the End of the World has been postponed, and the 50,000 fans who packed the Great Lawn of Central Park to watch the World Cup final have left, and the mourning doves on our balcony are taking turns sitting on the nest where the eggs have opened, leaving the tiny fledglings blind, helpless, covered with light…