It took me awhile to get to the site. My normal mode of transportation gone. As I walk closer, the crowds get larger but the silence was deafening.
An acrid chemical smell permeate the air. I take small breaths as it surely can not be good for me.
To the right of me, tourists protecting themselves with surgical masks. To the left, a crying couple. I take my turn trying to get a good view of something so bad. Concrete and steel a symbol of strength and structure, transformed into a twisted, crumbling pile of rubble.
But I had to be there... remembering... working there... dining there... wondering if someone I knew directly or indirectly...