In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.
Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.
The devastating punch we took on September 11th still reverberates throughout American society.
We awoke one morning in September, and the world lurched on its axis.
The behaviour of President Bush on 11 September certainly gives rise to not unnatural suspicions.
On the 10th of September 1962, sixteen bullets was fired into the home of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Tucker for me.
On September 5, 1774, forty-five of the weightiest colonial men formed the First Continental Congress at Philadelphia.
The death of Abdel Nasser on September 28, 1970, was an irreversible setback for Egypt.
What we learned on September 11 is that the unthinkable is now thinkable in the world.
