It’s been five years since four airliners were guided into three buildings and the ground by 19 misguided souls.
I worked directly across from Dulles airport at the time, and lived nearby. Aircraft noise and movement was a constant–until that morning. You could look out from our offices and see the Dulles tarmac, completely motionless. Outside our apartment it was eeriely quiet. The blue sky was naked, its flowing robe of contrails left to rot when all flights were grounded.
I hope you’ve taken some time to pause and reflect on the victims and their families. Not just those killed, injured, and/or left to grieve on that day, but all of us; we are all victims of that day.