Last night I stepped out the back door
with the dog, last time before bed.
A small plane flew low over the backyard trees just as an ambulance
raced down the road.
Normal noises of suburbia, a businessman circling for a landing at the small airport north, somewhere an accident, heart attack, someone racing to the hospital.
But I thought, was this what it sounds like, the enemy closing in, incursions onto sovereign soil? Would I be racing to the basement, waiting for the blast, fear clutching at my chest, hoping my family were safe? Gratitude for my safe bed, and heartbreak for all those living in terror. 💙💛