It's strange

I’m just thinking about how tomorrow is, well–tomorrow.

In some respects, just another day. We’ll go to work the same manner as today and yesterday. But it’s not really just any other day, is it?

Everyone knows exactly what they were doing that day. I know details, but I also remember that I wanted to be next to someone close to me. A personal friend. I sought one out. We had lunch and a drink until traffic dissipated.

So many memories of one day that I’ll never forget.