On this cloudy and foggy day, I find I can’t get my mind away from the thought of a beautiful and crystal clear September morning five years ago. How is it that I remember what the weather was like? Is it because the weather was so at odds with the darkness of what happened that day? ?
I have no words that explain or console. It was not a day for words. At least not for mine. I found little comfort anywhere, though I have found some since. I continue to find it as I see the seasons progress, as migrations continue, as life goes on. That things will never be the same is a given, but some things never change and in a small way, knowing that comforts.