pessimisticThe enormity of it didn’t hit me until I arrived back at my apartment in Greenpoint, Brooklyn a couple of days later, where I lived at the time. I used to have a great view of the World Trade Center Towers. I had to do a double-take when I saw nothing but sky where lives and love used to be...
This morning, the weather in Manhattan was dark and dreary; a deluge of rain did its best to cleanse the City. It was as though God was crying over this travesty. How could anyone carry out such a heinous act? The F train was remarkably empty--there were fewer people than usual--I imagine those who lost loved ones stayed home to grieve and heal…My fellow passengers seemed solemn, deep in thought, instead of their usual morning newspaper. I arrived early to work and took time out of my busy day to reflect and remember.
Always remember, lest we forget...
