[/caption]Carol Forsloff---That night I had the strangest dream. I wish I had that dream again as solace on this day. For in my dream I saw America unspoiled and radiant, its Towers straight and tall and standing firm as citadels. I saw us still united in our wish to be the best.
In my dream those Towers loomed over a skyline in a city filled with hope. I heard the sounds of busy people going on about their day. The sun was shining as the children found their way to school, and the stores were filled with crowds of shoppers and people on their way to work, feeling fine and filled with hope, just like most every day in that town that never sleeps.
A policeman on the corner smiled. The sky was clear that day. A bird flew overhead and just behind it as if in magic mimicry a silver slip of light from planes slipped silently across the blue horizon, as they had so many times before.
Wall Street lords and lassies in their suits came dashing by to grab that morning coffee before going on to work.
I heard the chatter of the busy and the songs of those in love. I felt the clear, soft wind across my face and smelled the air so fresh and pure. And I felt proud to live in freedom and in a world at peace.
The dream was interrupted in the way it surely was for you, with memories of screaming planes that beat the skies to ashes from the falling citadels and cries from stricken crowds of folks in fear and pain. The dream was interrupted by the anger and the hate.
But dreams are not just shadows passing but the echoes of our hope that we can gather once again to build our world anew. For we can build on dreams again with me, that dream and you.
