"The day the world changed."
I started to write about my morning, then trailed off. I couldn't do it. The entry is still merely a few sentences that don't go anywhere. Once I got there, I spent the entire day in my office, listening to the radio, getting in touch with friends and family, crying, feeling like the safety I had always taken for granted was gone. When I finally decided to leave, and I turned down 6th Avenue, I was struck by the absence of the towers, now reduced to smoke. When I got to 5th Avenue, and saw the familiar arch in Washington Square Park, no longer with the towers peeking behind them, I started to cry again. The drastic change in the familiar view hit me hard in that moment; I knew then that the world had indeed changed.
Like the rest of the world, I grieved. I thought about all the lives lost. I worried about my friends who worked nearby who weren't yet accounted for. I sat for days, glued to the television. Then I joined the legal community and got to work, and started to heal. To this day, it is still the work of which I am the most proud. I still notice the view.