The day after

It was quiet on September 12, 2001. It was eery how quiet. You never really notice all the noise you get from airplanes until suddenly the silence in the sky overwhelms you. I remember staring out at the sky.

I remember wondering how the world would go on turning, and yet I headed back to work. And I turned on the TV where I'd watched that tower fall. I had no idea that it had been in that kind of danger.

And all was quiet.

But the images were burned into our retinas.