My old friend Prague
I arrived in Prague for the first time a few days after New Year’s ten winters ago, and it was with some nostalgia that I celebrated the ushering in of my second-decade in the Czech Republic this January. On New Year’s Eve, I stood with Radek and several of our neighbors atop a knoll on the cliff side from which our street gets its name. As we watched fireworks explode with bangs and bursts of color, the night sky was filled with spectacular, fleeting beauty. In between the bangs, a few paper lampions drifted through the sky, and their languorous motion was a different form of beauty. I spent a few moments thinking back on my first days living abroad, and how the process had been filled with bursts of growth followed periods of slow and steady incremental progress.