The lights that beam up to the heavens in remembrance of the horrific events of 9-11 are on and I can see them from my roof. Piercing the sky and piercing the hearts of all who bear witness to them; every moment of that day remains as crystal clear as the cloudless sky that contained it. We share our stories – where we were, what we saw, who we knew… we remember.
We have moonflowers growing on the roof. These flowers mesmerize me – they only bloom at night, and they open up so quickly that you can actually watch it happen. Each blossom only survives for that one night. So many of them have blossomed tonight. It is as if they, too, are paying tribute to all those that we lost on this day eleven years ago.
That's lovely Lauren, the lights ore the best memorial.
ReplyDeleteSusan