I meet a person who has lived in New York over 14 years, I remember.
I see a fire truck, I remember.
I pass a souvenir shop with painfully outdated post cards, I remember.
I see smoke, I remember.
I hear the word “terrorism”, I remember.
I see this beautiful building cutting a fine line on the horizon, I remember.
#NeverForget they say. We couldn’t even if we tried, say New Yorkers. We remember today, and tomorrow too, and every single day.
September 11 is forever a part of the city, a part of our lives, a part of our home, a part of our love.
I remember every day; today I reflect.
Reflections from years past:
The experience of going up to the top of One World Trade on opening day:
My thoughts after working with fire fighters at the 9/11 Memorial 5K Run: