On the evening of September 10th, there is a mournful glow in lower Manhattan.

The low cloud cover keeps the memorial lights from projecting up into the sky and the glow spreads out horizontally.

As I stand on my balcony to record the image, I think of the people -- I don't know who they were -- who lived in this apartment in 2001. They must have stood here on the morning of the 11th and gazed on the incomprehensible sight.

(I did not adjust the color in this photograph. I only turned up the contrast and the sharpness a little. The intense warmth of the color -- that is there.)