I slept in this morning, missing the exact time when two planes flew into the Twin Towers eight years ago. It's raining here in NYC, so unlike that day when it was sunny and glorious.
In the weeks and months afterwards that fateful day, I would look up startled when I heard the sound of a plane passing overhead. "How dare they fly over the City!" I would scream inside myself. But I eventually got used to it.
People are adaptable. They go on, looking forward to big things and small things; birthdays, marriages, parties in the Park, breakfast with tea and oranges.
But today- we pause to remember and reflect.
Be the love you seek.
Last edited by Daniel; 09-11-2009 at 10:39 AM.
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