This day, 13 years ago, I was on a 5-minute subway ride when the first plane hit.

I exited 23rd street and there was a gaggle of 100 or so, staring straight down 6^th Avenue at the World Trade Center.

No one knew what was happening. It was a fluke.
A cause for curbside, neighborly discourse.

When a 2^nd object hit the 2^nd building, the worry escalated.

Her passion. Her expression. Her expression of that passion with complete ownership. Ownership as human: I am responsible…