There was a strange symmetry to the wind today. Gusts were strong enough to scatter papers above buildings. I saw two flags blowing through the sky, one landed near my feet. The World Trade Center’s courtyard was almost always windy. It was almost as if the air was remembering too.

Shortly after the downtown memorials ended, I walked by the Ladder 11 Fire Station on 2nd St. There must have been a half-dozen fire trucks parked nearby, and firemen and their families were gathering and eating. The mood wasn’t outwardly somber, there was laughter, smiling and a lot of food. At Engine 5 across the street from my apartment, the firefighters and a few family members were standing in the doorway for most of the day. People would stop to greet them, and cars would honk as they drove by.

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