Osler's Razor

Yesterday's Political Mayhem was not about the 9/11 tragedy; perhaps it should have been. A year ago on September 11 I wrote this; the year before that I wrote about firefighters late at night.

It's tempting to have a regular haiku friday, with a picture of something fun, but it doesn't feel right.

Yesterday in the Northeast it was a clear, early fall blue-sky day. It's something different than a September day in Texas, in a way I can't exactly describe. Looking at that sky, it took my breath away, because I remember the sight of those planes coming through that sky, into a building.

Later in the day, I landed in Austin, since things have gone on even after that dark day. I got into my car and drove north, very slowly. It was slow because of the traffic, people evacuating from the coast, their cars jammed full of all kinds of stuff, their faces drawn tight and grim. At once, it seemed surreal and to fit exactly the mood of the moment.

So, the haiku today should relate to one or another, the attacks of 9/11 or the hurricane. Here is mine:

Broad hint of Autumn
And such a shocking blue sky
A quiet settles in.

Now, you go: