It's September 11th in New York City. The air is different here than anywhere else, you can feel it, these people lived it. I don't quite know how to explain it. Last night from my window, I could see the lights that they have constructed to shine into the sky in the exact places that the towers stood. I just sort of stared at them...it was a stunning visual reminder. I thought about going to some of the memeorial events but decided against it. Somehow, here, I don't feel like I belong there. That they should be kept for those who are truly grieving, not me. I have been watching the coverage on tv as the chilrden of those lost read off the names...

I think the whole day will move a little slower. The people here remember how the earth shook and the smoke smelled. I remember the images from the television but not the tangibles, not the feel of it. They deserve their space today, their time to reflect and remember. I am satisfied with my television as an extension...