I am very, very sad today. Everytime I think about it, really think about it, I just start to get really upset.
I picture being a passenger in one of the planes, moments before it crashed into one of the towers. Not just one plane, but two. Not just one tower, but two. Sweet Jesus. My stomach lurches, and my eyes well up.
I think about being below one of the towers as it fell. I saw it from my rooftop, the second one, anyway. I saw the glass shoot through the air, and I saw the huge gash of smoke, and it all moved together like a limb shooting out. (I've only seen things like that in the movies. I never wanted to see it in real life.) And below that tower fell a storm of dirt and metal and glass on the innocent people below.
I put myself inside the mind of a tenant of my building who came up to the rooftop, weeping, soon after the second tower fell. She worked across the street from one of the towers. She never made it into work. She was worried that her co-workers didn't make it out. I told her that both of the towers had fallen. She was all alone and crying, and she left.
I imagine all of these things, and then I realize any story I might tell right now is probably going to be weak. I'm very, very sad, but I don't think anyone I know has been hurt, and I didn't really go through anything too traumatic. I'm just sympathetic to everyone around me, and angry that this could happen, and I just want to cry, because I don't know what else to do. I have no wisdom. No words left. I'm just sad. All those people...