The Twins were my destination. I rode my bike to and around them on sunny lower streets and avenues. They loom over me. Their plaza was my focal point for exploring all lower Manhattan. I biked on their plaza, circling their fountain and brass sphere at its peaceful center. I bought Sabretts w/ kraut & mustard and Dr. Brown's from sidewalk vendor. I ate, drank, rested, and was refreshed at the edge. The splash makes white noise in our conversation. I never dined in their Windows on the World. I knew people who bragged of their food, their wine, their view, their being on top.
I took the subway to and from my twins. I navigate their subterranean pathways. My Towers were embarkation and debarkation, a journey in and out of. A community of people worked inside and up the twins served by people who worked down and under the twins.