Most of all, it felt appropriate to me: two gaping black holes where so much was lost. It reminds me very much of the Vietnam Memorial in Washington, DC. It's impossible to visit either place without coming away with at least a bit of the sense of great tragedy.
It's hard to believe, but Henry and Malcolm were barely toddlers when it happened.
Pointing across to the new rail station, the 9/11 Memorial Museum, and the construction projects that still ring the site.
9/11 Memorial Museum.
Peeking in the windows of the museum.
And there, rising in the reflection: Freedom Tower, now the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere.
Dang, that's one tall building.
Next stop: Statue of Liberty.