I was far away from home today. Very far indeed. In another state, in another city. I may as well have been another world away. Still, I managed to keep an eye on my neighborhood.
On the ride back into the city, my friends and I were stuck in traffic for what seemed like an eternity. Of course, behind my usual yelling about the idiocy of the buses that tried to cut us off and everyone else who was in front of us hid a lurking, low rumbling fear that we wouldn’t make it through the tunnel because the city didn’t exist on the other side anymore.
And no, this fear is not based in anything having to do with code orange. That sort of thing does not change my world.