9/11

I haven't felt very inclined to write anything commemorating 9/11 today. The morning started off with everyone in the office being all jittery because of a nearby fire and the resulting sirens. Then I had meetings all day to distract me. But just now, I was thinking that 5 years ago at this time, I was making my way onto the Brooklyn Bridge with a sweater tied over my face, and the sun shining through all the smoke and dust down there truly looked like hell on earth. When I got home that night, there was a thin layer of ash all over my window sills. I could go on and on about a lot of other things I saw that day and in the following weeks, all of which I remember quite vividly, including a prosperous-looking couple in matching leather jackets and brand new NYPD/NYFD baseball caps, whose perfect white teeth were on display as they shared a hearty laugh about something while being driven away from one of the busiest Ground Zero viewpoints in a pedi-cab...
Anyway, I'll leave the memories at that. I didn't lose anyone close to me, but my thoughts are with those who did, and everyone else who experienced that day.