September 11, 2001 was the kind of glorious, late-summer day that makes living in New England worthwhile. Its clear blue skies provided a flawless, natural canvas for the human atrocity that would unfold that morning. So it brings some relief to me that this year the spectacular September weather shifted by a day, and 9/11/2007 saw gray skies and much-needed rain.
The pathetic fallacy, indeed, fails. And maybe life goes on.