I spread my arms wide and I lean over the pool. The wind tears at my eyelashes and my hair, and I fall, spinning end over end over end…

I watch a man, frame by frame, jump out of the 74th storey of the North Tower. As he jumps, in the 70th storey window, I see a translucent man against the glass, tilt his head against the window, rest his weight briefly on his forehead, and close his eyes.

THE WIND ON THAT DAY BY JULIEN BERMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 78