Early morning thunder and lightening brought no rain to the heart of the city, only droplets of debris and fading hopes. Dark wind soils the unfriendly skies as a tombstone for the Apple’s core. Tears rain silently for the fallen steaming the sidewalks with sullen and eerie silence, as foreign sleep comes. The watchtowers of commerce have fallen but the Lady in the Harbor still watches, and beckons to those tired and weary who once sailed to liberty, who risked all; to stand again as fingers willed into a fist as the giant is roused from its deliberate sleep. Differences fade and similarities stand in defiance, daring the world to ignore the gaze of the colossus that stands fully awake, ready to clear its eyes. Dark shadows cannot hide technology’s glare nor freedom’s ring, or the people’s determination. The watchtowers are gone, but an idea, a way of life does not die so easily or without complaint. Beware the sleeping giant has awakened!