Once again, uniting together in shared grief amongst the rain of bullets. Ear-splitting screams sound like the shrill wail of a siren when the ride abruptly stops. “Calming meds,” I hear paramedics say. “Probably post-traumatic stress.”
Extraordinary how many of us voluntarily walk into the unknown. Selfless heroes amongst the chaos and pain.
Back home, I look around and name everything to bring me back to the present. Gorgeous how the violet sun fades and sets behind the sea.