It was a foggy morning this morning, very wet. It's going to heat up later, though, and then get cold again later this week. At the bus stop the children were talking about what clothes to wear; they want to wear their new school clothes, but it's too hot.
I talked about the weather on 9/11/01, how preternaturally beautiful it was. I'll always remember that; the intrinsic beauty of the cool crisp sunny autumn day.
Most of the children at the bus stop weren't born that day. They didn't understand the grief in my voice.