Had there been a small plane taking off from the tiny North Adams airport this morning, the pilot would have seen half a dozen people walking very slowly in meandering loops around the mown grass behind the synagogue.
We moved like bridesmaids in a wedding procession: step -- pause. Step -- pause.
Some of us had our eyes closed. One person stopped and stood, rooted to the great rotating ball of the earth.
One person's tallit fluttered like irridescent rainbow wings.