
Three days before 9/11/01, my family and I were flying kites on a hillside overlooking the Hudson.

Days later, and for days afterward, we would see clouds of smoke rising over New York in the distance from a hillside like that one, after the planes hit and the Towers fell.

Today my husband and I took an afternoon stroll through our peaceful neighborhood. It's a gorgeous pre-autumn day - sunny, in the 70's.
Comfort. Safety. Freedom. Each other's presence. We're trying not to take those precious, precious gifts for granted.
Please visit Suture for a Living for great links and suggestions for remembering 9/11.
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