Literature
New York - Remembering
It was raining. New York's black umbrella blended in with all of the others as she walked through the city named after her. She was heading, like many of her citizens on this day, to the memorial spot for her beloved towers. Her father was next to her as well, his face closed off as they walked. No doubt he was already lost in the memories of that day ten years ago.
When they arrived at the site of the towers, a small crowd had already appeared. Those who hadn't been here recently looked in awe at the memorial waterfalls which stood at the exact place of the towers. Both New York and America had been here before, of course, so it was no surp