Twelve years

Certain days, certain events, are etched in our collective memory forever.

I took a picture of the World Trade Center today, the gleaming tower nearing completion, its lovely spire reaching towards the blue September sky.

9/14/01.  I stood on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade and looked across the East River at a smoke-filled, eerily silent city.  With tears in my eyes, I found comfort in the words of a prayer, the ancient Hebrew reverberating through my mind.  Oseh shalom bimromav, hu ya-aseh shalom aleinu, v-al kol yisroal v'imru amen.  May the One who makes peace in the high places grant peace to us and to all of humanity, and let us say Amen.