I had to get up after it was over and go outside. The cold air that arrived with the storms hit my face and felt like a cool hand on a fevered brow. I needed to feel the damp cool air, see the bright green grass and see the roses in bloom, hear the birds sing. I needed to escape seeing the scenes of chaos and pain. I know we are strong people, and I know that the folks of Boston and the folks in West are made of tough stuff and will get past all this, but I also know that there will always be that hint of reality that stays with us all, knowing that there are no guarantees in life. Knowing that we now live in a world where our security cannot be assured. But, I also know that we are a nation that never lets something keep us down. We are strong, we are brave and we know that we are able to move past nightmares.
God Bless Boston and God Bless West.
Took a few pictures when I was in West a couple weeks ago. Such a great little town.