The biggest thing about September 11 was that it didn’t make sense. I woke to My Better Half yelling to get up & come look on tv because a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Like everyone, I was so confused about how a plane would just accidentally strike a giant building.
Of course it wasn’t an accident, and in the days afterward, I took many walks with my dogs to clear my head. While I still haven’t succeeded in making sense of such a senseless act, I still remember the absence of planes in the skies – how quiet it was.