As scheduled, my family and I went to the 9/11 Memorial. There was an awful long line, but it moved relatively fast. Passing through security and an endless labyrinth of streets, we finally made it.
It was huge. Like a private park. Guards were everywhere you looked. Brochures lined up against a wall in every language. But the stars of the show were the two infinity fountains. They took up one chunk of the whole park.
It was very quiet here, very solemn. Little birds sang on the trees, a fresh breeze was blowing around the place smelling pure in contrast to the polluted air of the streets, and there was the continuous sound of water falling and splashing.
After walking around the loud, colorful New York I knew, it felt as if I was walking on sacred ground here.
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