Yesterday, I cried.

I watched a show remembering that day all those years ago. It was about some of the survivors and the heroes and the horrors and the love.
I remembered that moment of disbelief as I stared wide-eyed at the TV screen.
I talked to my son about it and about the world, the good that exists in people and a bit about the bad. As the last story flashed across the screen and I sobbed at what they said, he hugged me. Then he hugged me again.
Because that's what we need to remember.

Changing pace.

I need a change of pace. Here I am, right now, on September 6 wondering where it all went. The long lazy days of summer raced away. I shake my head at the oxymoronic thought of "lazy" and "raced" together but it's my truth.
Moments thread themselves together until one fluid wave ebbed and flowed greatness while caught in the midst of the hurricane we called our summer. Then this song version found its way to me. The radio version blared out of many speakers earning its place on the soundtrack of summer and along comes this acoustic cover.
A perfect change of pace.