Saturday the 7th was a beautiful day clear blue sky, cloudless. Di and I commented to each other that this was Exactly the same sky as on the 11th nearly one year ago. It doesn't seem too far off. Last year at almost the exact same time we were in a club in London called Vertigo. We watched the sunset from one of the highest buildings in London and commented to our friends about how we would love to take them to windows on the world.
One year later.
Fighter jets still fly over NYC and each plane that banks gives me an inward chill. I watched skywriters over the skyline yesterday writing "I love NY" and thought of Bioterror.
The village singnpost is still here and so are we. We have returned to an almost normal existance. Yet we wait. And hope.
America needs closure. I am afraid that will never come. People hate us. Whoever it is that we are. Hate is easy. Understanding is impossible.
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