Gratitude

My yearly clebration of a good thing that happened on 9/11/01. I leave a single white rose, to give thanks, at the spot where G and I first found each other after the attacks. We both witnessed them from separate places within the WTC area. We had not been able to contact each other, and each knew the other was in harms way.
Where he first saw me across the street, at the archway.







Where I first saw him. There's no longer even a pedestrian crossing there anymore, but however it changes, I will always remember, and be grateful for that small miracle that day.