five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
Of the entire two and a half years I took the bus downtown early in the morning, there was only one day that I was not able to watch the morning news with breakfast when I wanted to. My roommate was sleeping on the couch and I didn't want to wake her up, so I ate silently as the sun started to peek up from under the horizon.
On the bus, I was buried nose deep in a book, caught snatches of conversation about a plane hitting a building. Thought they must have been talking about a movie.
The cafe opens at 7am. It was then I logged into all of my usual morning things at my terminal, among them, an IRC channel. Not too soon after that I got an account of the first tower falling, raced to cnn.com to try to get an up to the minute news report. The sudden traffic had all but shut down the site. I know that I had been the one to break the news to more than one early morning customer.
In a way, it was the end of the innocence. We knew about terrorist acts but, with the exception of Oklahoma City, we had no real first hand experience. It showed us we were not untouchable, an uncomfortable realization to say the least.
The best way to remember those who died that day is to go and hug your family. Wishing I could.
is
this just not enough…?
