I Remember

 

the beautiful fall morning as I rode the bus to work.

the ordinariness of the day.

the disbelief and horror at the news. How could that be? Planes crashing into the World Trade Center? the Pentagon? One hijacked plane still airborne? Where was it going?

the numbness and sense of otherworld-ness at the sight of those mighty towers falling.

the need to be home, with my family, safe and sound.

the horror, always the horror.

the horror still.

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