Not sure if I will ever find the right words to say about what I felt that morning in Brooklyn. For now, this was a view from one of the places I called my temporary home back then. To my luck the flashbacks of the smoking towers and the freakout within about what might follow do not come as often anymore. I love NYC, its people, all that is stands for and all that it represents. Dear NYC, I hope you are well and you won't be hit like this ever again. See you soon.