Over Shabbat I was trying to walk. All I could master was a few blocks to Ocean Parkway, where I found no relief and the same few blocks back home. All I could think of was my walk to the Grand Synagogue of Jerusalem two summers ago. The heat was much worse. The air was much clearer. The happiness of that hour walk to and another hour back from the services is hard to describe to anyone.
No air! I can’t breathe
In this city of gas, hate and venom
When will You bring me
To Your cool breeze
In Your City of Gold