How Odd to Find Myself Here
11/9/15 19:06![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madrobinsI am in New York City. It is still my favorite place (okay, London, Paris, and San Francisco come close, but I know where my heart is), and I spent the day doing good work on this Cool Writing Project with some of my favorite writers.
And it's September 11. You can't be surprised: a new September 11 comes around every year. But there was something a little unsettling about flying in to Newark, and noting the number of military and police around the city. There was a memorial service near where I'm staying, which I didn't actually see (I was inside, working). And the city, to all appearances, went about its business as always. And yet, scratch the surface and there's a gray film of melancholy.
I'm glad I was here, today of all days. A clear, blue day, a little warm but beautiful. I love my home town.
And it's September 11. You can't be surprised: a new September 11 comes around every year. But there was something a little unsettling about flying in to Newark, and noting the number of military and police around the city. There was a memorial service near where I'm staying, which I didn't actually see (I was inside, working). And the city, to all appearances, went about its business as always. And yet, scratch the surface and there's a gray film of melancholy.
I'm glad I was here, today of all days. A clear, blue day, a little warm but beautiful. I love my home town.