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?”
Your description is perfect...I too remember it as a picture perfect Tuesday morning.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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