Celebrating The Creation Of The Sun
As dawn broke Wednesday morning over Belle Harbor, the scene on the beach must have been a source of endless confusion to the gulls circling overhead, to paraphrase F. Scott Fitzgerald's line in the Great Gatsby.
It was a lovely morning, as the sun rose over the horizon, transforming gray clouds into lovely hues of red and orange. A brisk wind was blowing from the west, as we all faced east.
I was among some 100 Jews gathered at Beach 135 Street to celebrate the sunrise, known as Birkat Hachama, a ritual observed only once in every 28 years. According to religious tradition, the sun was created on this day.
After prayers and joyous singing, Rabbi Tomsky of Congregation Ohab Zedek said, "I hope to see you all back here in 28 years."