image from moonmilk
Today has been a sad day for nine years now. Each year I think about the year before and the year before that and how life has gone on here in this city and my life has gone on in this city and how other people's lives go on.
Last night I walked out to get toilet paper from the corner store and I could see across the river like it was right in front me, the two beams of light that represented where the World Trade Center had been. They were shining deep into the sky through clouds that diffused and spread their light outwards. It was like little light messages being sent by the millions.
And this morning, the winds are blowing with force and I am sitting and drinking a cup of tea before I head into the studio and start this busy day of planning for Paris, and orders to fill and making a hundred "important" decisions about this and that. I am watching the rain force down perfectly straight and hard at exactly 9:11 a.m. and think about how hard it is sometimes to take the next moment and move on.