I had a post I wanted to write today, but I obviously can’t write it now because it’s just not happening. I live in Boston. I run. I am a person who lives in Boston and runs.
And that tiny bit of Boston you saw looping on your news stations all day? That the bit of Boston where I work, where I walk, where I take phone pictures while I’m waiting to cross the street. That is my place. I was there yesterday, on my day off. We tried to out-walk a slow-bus down Mass Ave and walked the neighborhood from end to end. We caught the magnolias blooming on Commonwealth.
I wasn’t there today. I won’t be there tomorrow. But I might be there on Wednesday.
I just don’t know what to do with all this. I don’t have anything inspiring or profound or touching or useful to share; I just couldn’t say anything, but I couldn’t say nothing. So sad. So, so sad.