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Nope, just kidding. 9.5 inches of snow so far and more coming tomorrow and Wednesday. I will curl up in my little Bungalow and drink tea and write and fight my migraine and feel the psychic pain of the nation in the wake of the Boston Marathon bombing.
Lafayette, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.” — Carlos Castaneda
Daily gratitudes:
Those souls who ran toward the blast to help others, not away from it
First responders
The silence of snow
Migraine medicine
Candles and prayers
Three Yellow Balloons (For Boston)
Three yellow balloons drifted away.
This city that took much of my naiveté
Lost some of its own innocence today.
My old city shines and celebrates.
This day is a vacation day, a play day.
Everyone is your new friend,
The chill of a New England winter
finally shaken off our shoulders.
Music plays at the bandstand,
And the Charles sparkles with
Little jewels from the sun.
It is Race Day.
Runners start far away, but still
the streets are lined with people,
cheering on strangers.
We set up chairs on the roof of a brownstone,
Bask in the almost-forgotten sunshine.
Skip class. Skip work. Skip under the blue sky.
Runners start arriving
At the foot of Heartbreak Hill.
We yell and shout and clap and encourage
and find our favorites to root for.
The runners struggle on with an end in sight,
A goal
Worked for and earned with sweat and time and pain
and pride.
And then
Everything changes
In an instant
In a blast
In screams
In silence
In leftover puddles of blood.
I see
three yellow balloons
drift into the air
above it all.
Just floating.
Released by the hand of a person whose life will never be the same.
Goodbye, balloons.
Goodbye.
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