It was an ordinary day,
under
ordinary
skies,
When ordinary planes morphed into missiles
And pierced invisible borders,
And human hearts.
It was an ordinary day,
under
ordinary
skies,
When ordinary planes morphed into missiles
And divided time
Between Before and After.
And now, ordinary days exist no more.
Tao Flashes 
Eloquent. Beautiful. Haunting.
Thank you Cathy. This day always touches me.
Lis, it’s impossible for me to say I “like” any remembrance like this of such a horrible, tragic day. You know what I mean? But I am amazed by it, as your writing usually amazes me. I ditto what Cathy wrote. “Haunting” is an especially apt response. Thank you for sharing your memory of a day that will truly live in infamy.
Rob, thanks for your comments. They always mean a lot to me! This day always makes me feel so emotional.
I agree with the other comments, your beautiful words touch my heart.
My friend, thank you for your words of support. This day really is a day of reflection, isn’t it?
We do think alike!