It's creeping up everywhere.
On the TV. In the newspapers. On the net.
The day is just 3 days away and I will not tune to the images.
The boy reads everything he can about it. Watches all the movies. The whys are analyzed. The pain is looked at.
For me,
I hide underneath my quilt and not think...
Of the thoughts in my head on my bumpy flight out of the rockies. Bump. shake. Jitter. Me looking at those around me - some smiling in fearful togetherness, some eyes squeezed shut. My mind thinking of them. How they must have felt. People like me on just another day on just another flight. People like me sitting at their desks on just another day of just another month.
And that's as far as I can go.