Eerie ride
Nov. 7th, 2007 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenIt's exactly a week since we went to the Halloween Parade in Manhattan for the first time. If you didn't read my posts from last week, you'd see that I was more annoyed than scared by the people at the event.
Tonight, however, after finding some loverly winter gloves (lined with scrumptuous cashmere) at Century 21 (I mean, if you gotta look pretty, why spend a lot?), I took the PATH to Hoboken. I don't do this trip that often and other times it was still light out. But tonight, it was dark outside. People were moving slower. We pulled out of the station into the dark and dismal hole of the WTC.
I had not seen the scar from down there at night, in darkness until today, 6 years and almost 2 months from when the towers still stood above the tracks majestically, but were insidiously ripped from the New York skyline.
Each time I come into lower Manhattan via the PATH, I notice poignantly the quiet that befalls the business travelers and the reverance we all exude in the open grave of those whose lives were lost for no good reason. The oddly placed lights, heavy equipment working into the darkness, and plastic shrouding openings created an eerie ride. Eerier than the parade the week before.
Tonight, however, after finding some loverly winter gloves (lined with scrumptuous cashmere) at Century 21 (I mean, if you gotta look pretty, why spend a lot?), I took the PATH to Hoboken. I don't do this trip that often and other times it was still light out. But tonight, it was dark outside. People were moving slower. We pulled out of the station into the dark and dismal hole of the WTC.
I had not seen the scar from down there at night, in darkness until today, 6 years and almost 2 months from when the towers still stood above the tracks majestically, but were insidiously ripped from the New York skyline.
Each time I come into lower Manhattan via the PATH, I notice poignantly the quiet that befalls the business travelers and the reverance we all exude in the open grave of those whose lives were lost for no good reason. The oddly placed lights, heavy equipment working into the darkness, and plastic shrouding openings created an eerie ride. Eerier than the parade the week before.
