September 11, ten years ago

I was in a taxi that day, turning onto 6th Avenue to head downtown to the meatpacking district for a photo shoot that was to appear in an inflight magazine for Delta. The sight was impossible to comprehend. The building looked like it had a great, bloody wound with the orange fire tearing at the edges. We sat in shock and disbelief thinking this was just a horrible accident. The rest of the day was spent wandering from hospital to hospital trying to give blood, to find some way, any way to help and the city was silent. No horns honking, no buzz and clamor that normally fill the air. Just birds chirping and everyone meeting each another's eyes with the question of why the world had just turned upside down.