My first visit to the Statue of Liberty in 2012 today, the four hundred and thirty-fourth in my life, and I looked up at her, somewhere close to her south-west corner, and the sweep of her arm down to the curve of her dragging leg, the movement of her gown, her copper a striking sea foam green against a particularly azure sky, and I felt as if I were seeing it all for the very first time. It is a wondrous thing.
