awakened by the phone. it was my husband. he said to turn on the tv.
spoke briefly with a friend a little later, after the second tower fell.
it was the first day of swimming lessons for my daughter who was four-years-old. she is now eleven.
the magnitude was huge. fear was thick in the silent air,
unusual because we live in the flight path of an air force base.
trying to understand the depth. not being able to. confusion.
why would anyone want to do this?
wondering how many people had died that morning. heart-sick.
9/11 - who can ever forget?