Blue Roses

Every so often, it hits me. New York was attacked. Four buildings have been destroyed, not to mention the Pentagon. That doesn't fit with my schema for America. This doesn't happen here. I look out my window at the bright blue sky with the afternoon sun shining merrily, and it doesn't fit the death and destruction that happened only a few thousand miles away in my country. In My Country!

Oh, thank God. One of my two unaccounted for friends is okay. Her apartment is one block from the WTC, but she was at a dentist appointment at the time. <.relieved sigh> Now we just wait for Daiva.