In the Midwest it was the same sort of sparkling, crisp, clear early Fall day that it was in New York City.
I never see the cyan skies unique to early September without thinking of that week in 2001 when the skies were completely silent of all air travel.
I didn't cry on Tuesday. I didn't cry all week.
On Friday I watched the memorial service held at the National Cathedral, and heard this.
And then, then I wept.
Photo by Brandon McCombs, uploaded at Wikipedia, and used under a Creative Commons license.
