Yes, it's September 11, ten years after, and I'm not going to turn on the TV. I didn't watch much TV ten years ago either. I went to work and worried. I'm worried still. I'm not even going to stay on the internet much longer. I need to write and move on and be present, not past.
It's a beautiful day here in Los Angeles. The gold sunlight is filtering through the vines that creep over my living room window. And because I'm in a bit of a mood I can't help remembering how Natalie loved those vines, and how Max used to bask in the puddles of sunshine. They're both gone now. And I'm here appreciating it for them. Not much else we can do for those who have died and left their mark on us.
Back to work.