Reflection on September 11, 2001

There is a photo that I took a couple of months ago, in New York City, that offers a dual glimpse of blue-green motion from the long skirt I'd been wearing and one of my daughter Molly's feet raised in its mint green Converse. When I think of this image now, the moment as I recall it seems to exist in the periphery of my mind's eye, a gentle blur of movement between Molly and me and the suggestion of urgency as I had followed her path.