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?”
3 comments:
Your description is perfect...I too remember it as a picture perfect Tuesday morning.
I hadn't thought of that part of the day in so long - thanks for describing it so well. It was a such a beautiful day - I lived in western New York at the time and can clearly remember the beauty of that morning. And then the horror.
I also remember that vibrant blue sky, but what really chilled me was - the red clouds at sunset... like the sky was on fire like I have never seen it. I have tried to locate the pic and can't find it... it was to beautiful and such a telling ending to a sad & terrible day.
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