Tales and travails of fifty five years on this planet of ours
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Mark the Day
We went driving along the river today to bear witness to the wrath of Nature. The water was running high and fast, seemingly angry. The lowering clouds added to the aura of gloom. Trees still standing looked drab green , dropping their leaves far too early, the areas of silt-covered brush looked other-worldly, and the feeling was one of deep grief and loss. The road was oddly empty of traffic,the air bereft of the lightest breeze. A bleak and sad day, 9/11.