Living in New York, 9/11 is always an open wound. Most of the country spends the anniversary remembering. But for us, it's constant. Almost everyone you see on the street lost someone in the towers or knew someone who lost a loved one. And if not, they know someone who was shipped overseas in the aftermath.
For those who don't know, I'm currently going to grad school at Pace University. The school's main campus is downtown at the Manhattan-side base of the Brooklyn Bridge. It's also 3 or so blocks from the World Trade Center.
Whenever I wander over that way, I wonder what it was like for all the students who were at school that day; what it was like for their parents around the globe wondering if their barely legal child was ok. It still freaks me out to think about. A student very easily could have been walking down Broadway coming back from Staples buying a new binder for school (Pace's fall semester doesn't start until after Labor Day) when a plane hit. Ok, so maybe it was a little early in the morning for a student to be out stationary shopping. But can you imagine being that student who was woken out of their sleep to that?
Every year, as I'm sure many of you know, the city powers up two towers of light standing in the place of the Twin Towers. The Empire State Building lights up in red white and blue.
As I said earlier in the week, I bribed Kyle with some dinner at Grimaldi's so I could go to the Promenade to take pictures.
The eeriest thing though was that it looked like there was little things (?) floating in the light beams. I don't know how to explain it. Alien spacecraft lifting up little bitty humans? Moths flying towards the light? Seagulls gliding in, out and around the light beams? Dust and debris just like the day of the attacks? It just was odd. Unfortunately the camera didn't catch it.