The first time I went to Paris, I visited the Louvre with a group of friends. A band of freshly delivered high school graduates, with our favorite teacher and a few other friends, stood gaping at the masterpiece that is the Louvre. Not only the paintings, the statues, the crafted pieces of sculpture, but the building itself was magnificent. I kept being reminded to look up- by the light, the paintings that hung on high, the ornamentals over the doorways. I started looking up while walking the streets, looking at the architecture, the sky, the balconies, the widows. When we would go into any new building, I would look up and see something no one else was looking at. I realized I never looked up, and I was missing out on half of the world.
During the height of COVID shutdown, my 21-year old sister told me people could see COVID as a blessing- finally getting time to spend with their families, work on projects, write their novels, etc. I was unable to en…
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