Yesterday in my walk home from work I got that sense that something was wrong. There was an 'urgency' in the air, unlike the typical rush hour craze. As I crossed Park Avenue I noticed that everyone was staring into the air and South towards the Met Life building.

Then I noticed there were a lot of people running away from that building, Northward. Suddenly everyone was on the phone and then I knew things were awry. I heard someone say there was an explosion at Grand Central Station and the worst thoughts came to mind. Oh god, an attack.

As I walked down 53rd street towards my apartment I rounded Lexington Avenue and immediately saw everyone walking around in the streets staring downtown. Then I saw it, the plume - it was a bit like that scene from the movie 'Volcano' where the volcano erupts from the middle of Los Angeles. Yet, there was no Tommy Lee Jones and no power button to turn it off.

I pulled out my Treo and started jogging toward the plume (yes, not very smart on my part) snapping photos and videos as I walked until I came upon the epicenter of the blast. Man, it was messy, hot, smelly, and chaotic. I was entirely mesmerized.

You should take a look at the WCBS slideshow to get another look.

Man... I love this city.

This entry was posted by eric yang, on Thursday, July 19, 2007. You can leave your response.