It was an extremely beautiful morning and someone told me over breakfast while I was still groggy that planes had hit the World Trade Center which seemed exceedingly odd and it wasn’t until later that I got online and recognized the enormity of what I’d been told. Of what had happened. It was a hard thing to believe and in fact it’s still hard to believe. It’s painful now to remember how beautiful a day it had been. So clear and bright and hopeful.