Probably a lot of pictures of this being posted today.
I’d visited the memorial site on previous trips, and still don’t think I’ll ever really grasp the horror of what something like this represents to human nature…
We are capable of amazing and horrendous acts…

Walking the dog on our new ( not sure how permanent) early morning walk/run routine, I stopped in front of the Freedom Tower- it’s in our new backyard.
I tried to imagine what had really been there, tried to imagine the shock, the confusion, the hurt, the anger, the fear, and the dust that must have consumed the entire city, let alone our new neighbourhood.
I tried. But I still don’t have the capacity to really understand it.
There were police and firefighters everywhere already at 6am… I’ve done this walk now 4 times, and haven’t seen that presence, but maybe I wasn’t aware or looking for it.
I’ve lived in this city for 5 minutes, and already I feel a millionth of the protective nature proper New York natives must feel for this crazy place.
I’m not too naive to suggest that this was an act against a purely benevolent, innocent nation. But many of the real people affected by this act were exactly that. Doing their thing. Living in their city. Being citizens with their heads down.
And their world was rocked.

It’s gross and it’s sad.
And it’s complicated.
But you see people moving and building and repairing.
From my 5 minutes it here seems like that anyway.