Wednesday, April 19, 2006

9:01 a.m.

9:01 a.m. April 19.

Wednesday morning, just after Easter.

The weather has cooled today after some warm spring days.

It's "Patriots' Day," although the holiday, observed in some New England states, is now a Monday holiday. It marks the anniversary of Paul Revere's famous ride.

It's a beautiful, clear, sunny morning. It's one of those days that works on the human flesh to create that seasonal sense of hope -- all is right with the world.

Flowers bloom -- winter is really gone; no more teasing us. The earth is renewed. Tree leaves are budding, getting ready for their summer gig of providing shade for the city.

Children are energized, eager to start the day of playing. In a few seconds, a day care class will line up to walk to the library a block away. Moms and Dads are still bringing some of their classmates to join them. Smiles. Laughs. Giggles. Hugs.

That morning, so much like this morning, was 11 years ago.

And then.

9:02 a.m.

The world changes forever.

We will never forget.


Sarabeth said...

And we never should.

Emma said...

Very powerful post. Thanks for visiting my blog. You should definitely try knitting a pair of socks. It's a lot of fun.