9/11

Today I flew home from England. Heathrow was a series of questions and queues, body pat-downs and queues, frustration for some and unease for others.

The flight was comfortable and uneventful, but if there was anyone sitting on that plane who wasn't thinking about 9/11, I'd be surprised.

I found it impossible to stop the tears as I looked out the small airplane window to the blue beyond. Did they look out their windows at the blue beyond and think what a beautiful, perfect day?