September 11th: A Clear Blue Sky and a Pink Cotton Skirt
It's always about the beautiful weather. Bright, sunny, just a slight nip in the air to remind you that fall is coming.
Every year since September 11, 2001, there's a cloudless beautiful, blue sky day in late August or early September in New York where I think to myself, this is what it was like on that day.
Of course now we know that the beautiful weather was all part of the plan. They chose a clear, blue sky day so that the weather wouldn't impede the evil they were about to do.
Because the weather was so gorgeous, I wore my favorite pink, cotton skirt. Little did I know when I put it on that it would be another 36 hours before I took it off.
I worked in that skirt, I ate, slept and cried in that skirt. When I was finally home, finally able to shower, finally able to take off the skirt, it was like removing a crown of thorns.
I haven't worn that skirt since. I still own it, somehow I can't bear to add it to the bags of clothes I give away every year, but I'll never wear it again.
But every year, on a beautiful blue sky day in late August or early September in New York, I think of that pink skirt, and as hard as it is, I remember.