Boston Broken

This morning we are waking up exhausted from a reality that has always been there but we’ve been too afraid to acknowledge. We are vulnerable. Perhaps more vulnerable today, at this moment when we feel like it is all over. The lockdown proved effective and we got our man, but the blood of our fallen still stains the sidewalk. There will be an emptiness at Vassar and Main when I walk into my building, one that can never be filled.

Boston Silence

The silent nod of understanding has descended on Boston this morning. Few words are exchanged but a deep message is shared in every glance. My bus over the river to Cambridge carries only a fraction of the usual passengers and all of us have a heightened awareness of each other. The silence is half fear and half respect. We must carry on.