This Little Light of Mine...

I can see the "Tribute in Lights" where the World Trade Center once stood, shining through my apartment window. It was cloudy earlier and I was getting upset that I couldn't see them, but the clouds have now broken and the beams have made their way into my living room. I count on the lights every year to make me think, to take a moment to reflect. New York City at night can be so quiet . Especially tonight. Maybe the city just knows. It knows to be still, to take a moment to breathe, to be at peace. Times like these make me believe that the city is a person. The sadness is always palpable on September 11th. Tonight I pray for many things. I should do that more often.