The Other Shoe

All day yesterday, I kept waiting. It was the same last year.

And when I woke up this morning and there were no pictures of smoke plumes or bodies or wrecked airplanes, I could finally relax. A little.

Here in Western New York, yesterday was a carbon copy of Septemeber 11 two years ago. Clear, blue skies, just a touch of the coming fall in the air. But somehow, not quite the same. Some bit of... what... innocence? was gone. Some little piece of something that was there that made that morning somehow more beautiful than yesterday's "carbon copy."

But today, two years and one day later, it's another beautiful day that's not quite as wonderful as it could have been.