The twilight settles and the blue sky fades to gold, pink, and fiery orange. The beauty is both vibrant and peaceful; my thoughts wander on the warm breeze. As human beings, each generation has its markers that measure and date us. My parents remembered Pearl Harbor, I know exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard that JFK was shot, and my children mark September 11th and the sight of the Twin Towers enveloped in smoke. With few exceptions, we tend to track trauma; it is only with time that the shock and pain disperse and we can look back to remember without tears. In the fire of this September sky I am reminded, not only of the pain and horror that is synonymous with 9/11, but the goodness of people across the country and around the world, who opened their hearts and reached out to help their fellows who'd been dealt such a low blow. Maybe we track trauma, because it is during the darkest hours that we come together as one, without thought for race, creed, color, or class. We are all human beings and in helping others, we help all of us. As the twilight becomes full dark, I will remember that the light will come again, and there will be joy in the morning.
~Elise Skidmore ©2020