A Morning of Levels
I sipped coffee by the lake this morning just to process this day infamously and always to be known as 9/11. Sitting in the Blue Ridge sunshine, I remembered watching the events of that morning. It remains a day of horrors as the world changed and unfolded minute by minute. Despite the ugliness of the day, the heroes were the winners - the coworkers, the bystanders, the emergency response personnel, the nurses, the single parents, the teachers, the rich, the poor, the hurting, and the average Joes each brought their heart, their love and compassion to New York, rural America, and to cities all across the globe.
Gentle ripples reflected the new day's light at the exact time on my watch when history changed humanity twelve years earlier.
I took several photographs commemorating that moment as I sat on the dock. Though the scenes through my viewfinder are certainly a world away from the urban waves of concrete, steel, and mass humanity, the images of calm clearly define that peace and remembrance always win.
What a lovely morning on so many levels. I anxiously look forward to what the rest of the day gifts me. Love and goodness and memories abound.