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.