I looked out my window last night and this is what I saw:
Way up in Harlem, over 200 blocks away, the 9/11 Tribute shone bright. So did the moon.
I sat at my window and thought of all the people who lost their lives 15 years ago. I stared at the moon and thought of bravery and courage and rebuilding. At the tippy top of the beam of light, I could see two stars and I made a wish on each of them. For the first responders, people who lost their lives, for the loved ones who still feel gaping ground zero holes in their hearts every day.
I never sit at my window and peacefully stare at the sky. It was nice. I watched until the beam and the moon came together, as though the 911 Tribute of Light is so bright, it shines all the way up to the moon.