Bowling Green, the oldest public park in NYC.

A silent moment by the Sphere, almost destroyed in the September 11 attacks, and the eternal flame. Sept 11 suddenly feels very close. Memories of walking around the streets of down town Manhattan that day flash before me. The giant cloud of smoke. The smell of burnt matter in the air. People covered in debris, white from top to toe, running to escape the havoc. The fear of the unknown. Will there be another hit? Where? When? What is really going on? Someone shouting "Where is my mom?" "Is my son alive?" "Is my husband alive?" "Will we all die?" All those fears that people live with every day somewhere in the world...