You woke up and saw the day has changed. The calendar was marked September 11, 2001, but you did not seem to mind. The sun glistened seemingly the same as yesterday, for you completely disregarded its presence. You then glanced above, though not at the rays, but at the sudden blackness. The sky and the air was suddenly more prevalent than ever. Smoke became the clouds. Flames became the air. The concrete became fragile.
An elongated second brought you an eternity of anguish.
However, such a catastrophe should never be the measure of your existence; the fallen towers may have obliterated you--but you will recollect yourself. Sorrow calls for inevitable change, and you shall be resurrected.
Your past intertwines with the present. The present is constantly evolving, using the past as its reference; and you shall mimic it.
You will once again wake up and see the day has changed. The calendar will be marked September 11, 2015; that day will now be anticipated before it even comes. The sun will glisten brighter than any other day, and you will glorify it. You shall see the sun again and, this time, you will be eternally grateful; another day has just begun.
To the victims and their families, may your hopes become your promising strength, forever ingrained in our memories. With love and my sincerest condolences, may peace always prevail in times of helplessness. And someday, the sun in our hearts will indeed radiate forever.
