The greatest moment was the past?
I went to Asbury Park in 2011, taking the train.
The sky clouds the day, in Asbury Park. The wooden planks stretch forth. The beach behind the rails. The famous bar, where he started.
In the past, was the cross and resurrection. And the cross can be seen, everywhere, in Asbury Park:
It’s in the emptiness (you feel),
it’s in the fenced off areas,
To the cross!
It’s also in the meal…
Featured image FlickR user Jackie.