This morning we have a beautiful blue-sky day.
Fifteen years ago we were sailing down Buzzards Bay on another beautiful blue-sky day. The wind was perfect and we set the sails and moved smoothly through the water hour after hour. It was one of the best sailing days we'd had in the first year living aboard Connemara. We were heading toward the East River. We were looking forward to gliding past NYC skyscrapers on our way back to the Chesapeake Bay.
We dropped anchor in a quiet spot about 3:00 in the afternoon and Dave took the dinghy to shore to do a little grocery shopping in South Dartmouth, Massachusetts, while I read my book. An hour later he raced back to the boat and told me to turn on our little television set.
It was only then that we learned what had happened earlier that morning in New York City. We watched in disbelief as the coverage showed two planes dive into the World Trade Center buildings.....and we watched them fall. We watched the coverage over and over and over.
A beautiful blue-sky day......until the black smoke filled the air. Lookinig out at this beautiful blue-sky day.....and remembering another.
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