It’s a chilly, gray, extremely wet morning in New York. Find yourself standing at an exposed street corner and the wind and rain will whip your face. Looking out of my office window, I can see sheets of heavy rain splashing the cars and taxis heading uptown on Third Avenue.

All in all, a marked contrast to the brilliant sunshine which ushered in September 11, 2001. And that is as it should be: this is an anniversary for dismal clouds and weeping skies.

We will not forget.