Ground Zero

[mbarrick]

So I went. I wasn't sure if I would. There is a smell that is a little like an electrical fire and the dust still clings to things all around. On some windows things have been written in the dust. Everyone looks tired. Tired of the smell. Tired of the dust. Tired of the people like me coming to gawk. Little things stuck me more: the cab honking at the gawkers because somebody had somewhere else to go; the people on smoke breaks from their offices still talking about where there were standing when it happened; the people who live just a block or two away walking their dogs and roller-blading along the promenade by the river. There is a high school not two blocks away. I just happended to be walking by as school let out.