I sat there to take it all in. Three crows were perched in the tallest tree that has not yet grown its spring leaves. Had they come for me? The grass was green, green as spring can be. Cherry trees as pink as can be lined both sides of the plaza. People wandered about with cameras around their neck snapping pictures here and there but not stopping to enjoy the beauty. The blossoms on the trees spoke volumes if one took the time to listen. The crows called as if reminding me what really mattered. The buildings faded away, the cars stopped and all disappeared, the sounds of the city disappeared. I realized for once that I was not an American, nor a citizen of any state. I just am. Not on this continent not on this earth, not this world or universe, I just am.