On the morning of the day they did it, the
city was as beautiful as it had ever been. Central
Park had never seemed so gleaming and luxuriant — the leaves
just beginning to fall, and the light on the leaves
left on the trees somehow making them at once golden
and bright green. Oscar Berg who happened to be downtown
saw a flock of pigeons rise, high and fast, and
thought, Why are the pigeons rising? It was only seconds
before he realized that the pigeons had felt the wave
of the colossal concussion before he heard the ghastly sound.
Paraphrases from the article “The City and the Pillars” by Adam Gopnik.