That morning was the most perfect late summer, early fall morning in New England.
It was crisp out… not yet cold – just a hint of the winter to come. The air was dry and the sky was crystal clear – not even a whisper of a cloud. The sun was gloriously bright - adding just the right amount of warmth.
And That Blue… it was rich and deep – the most beautiful color a sky can be.
Later as I pondered the events of that day I remember thinking “how could something so horrible come out of that glorious sky?”