Sunday, September 11, 2011
ten years
I don’t know that there is a person in America who doesn’t take the time today to think of this day ten years back.
Ten years. It’s not a long time. I was born eight year after the end of World War II and it felt as if my country, Poland, then and throughout my childhood was still sifting through rubble.
And yet, ten years can be a very long time. In that period so many other lives have been tragically lost, so many babies born, so many hurricanes, so many mornings of perfect sunrise.
A cornflower blue day today. Warm, mostly sunny. More subdued than it was then, ten years ago today.
Ten years. It’s not a long time. I was born eight year after the end of World War II and it felt as if my country, Poland, then and throughout my childhood was still sifting through rubble.
And yet, ten years can be a very long time. In that period so many other lives have been tragically lost, so many babies born, so many hurricanes, so many mornings of perfect sunrise.
A cornflower blue day today. Warm, mostly sunny. More subdued than it was then, ten years ago today.
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