Trapped in my house, unaware even until the frantic calls piled in. Making my own frantic calls to family and friends in New York. My father, thankfully not on that leg of his commute. Running late. Later, surrounded by smoke (for the windows were open for such a gorgeous September day). Housemates gone, friends, "we'll come to pick you up, so you don't have to be alone," and then, "we can't get to you, all the roads are closed." Empty malls, empty streets, empty people.
--from Two Hot Mamas