I was late for work for some reason. Erica was had the TV on and called me over. A plane had hit the towers. I knew people who worked there and I hoped that they were OK. As I watched the news another plane hit the other tower.  Things would not be OK.

I went to work and I could see down the Hudson river on the Tappan Zee Bridge. There was a pillar of smoke rising. I watched the towers fall at my desk from an internet connection.

It was a very bad day, that I wish I could forget. I had to drive up to the Bear Mountain Bridge to cross the river on the trip back.  There were houses with yellow ribbons around the trees by the time I drove home that night. There was so much sorrow and pain.

The clock radio woke me up this morning. I could not listen. There is too much emotion on this day to stand. I will pretend that I am somewhere else at another time and try not to remember. I will try not to think about it today.

It is too much.