Moment of Silence

Six years ago, I looked down my street to see a plume of smoke drifitng over the city. I had no idea where it was coming from, but I had a gut feeling something was very wrong. I had no idea how right I was.
A few hours later, I stood out on 5th Avenue -- dust covered survivors streaming past me as they made the long march up the island to safety -- and took my last look at the Towers before they crumbled to the ground.
They may not be there anymore, but I can still see them.
Always will...