The train was just a little quieter this morning, the way it was in the days and weeks that followed the towers falling, all of late September of 2001 was quiet. Even when Letterman came back on the air, and held our collective hand, and let us know we would indeed laugh again, that our broken hearts would one day heal, it was still quiet.
The man across from me on the train had a tie on with the towers on it and an eagle and a boat the looked like Columbus was sailing it. It made me want to laugh. And cry.
Reading Flannery O'Connor this morning, standing, swaying with motions of the train, I found a few lines that felt so appropriate for today.
"The way things happened, one thing after another, it seemed like time went by so fast you couldn't tell if you were young or old."
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