'Scuse me while I go serious for one entry.

Two years ago, I woke up from an unusual unsettling dream. 'Twas more than half an hour before my alarm usually goes off, so I dozed off again.
      9:03 EDT - a second plane crashes into the World Trade Center

Two years ago, I got up at seven to go to school. 'Twas early in the school year, and the sleep deprivation had not yet set in too badly.
      10:05 EDT - South Tower collapses

Two years ago, I watched the news before I left the house.
      10:17 EDT - reports of explosions, fires in the Capitol

Two years ago, I stepped out of the car. The day was clear and the sun was rising, but I recall only shades of gray in that walk across the parking lot.
      10:28 EDT - North Tower falls


Two years ago, I shut my locker, and wanted to mourn for two buildings I hardly knew. After all, I had only seen them once. After all, I had actually seen them once.

Two years ago, I scoffed when the physics teacher told us we'll be glad for the light homework load that night. He was right.

Two years ago, I came home to delayed news, archived posts, reactions that were once in real-time. And finally I cried, for people who had feared, raged, fought, fled, lost, found, hurt, cared.


I merely remember, two years ago.