remembering

Sitting at my desk, on a muggy Thursday morning, I looked outside and saw fog. The fog reminded me of something, but what was it? It reminded me of dust.

Then I got an e-mail from a friend, titled "7 years ago"; it was a message of simplicity. Nothing but a few photos put into power-point form; but these photos hit me pretty hard and made me remember what day it was 7 years ago. The photos were of 09/11/2001. The attack on my homeland.

There was a lot of dust created by that attack. Right now, I seems like God is making a point... like I was supposed to remember the attack in a particular way. It feels odd.