Recently I was climbing up the subway stairs and I heard sirens. They barely caught my attention, but as I emerged fully onto the street I saw a line of police cars and police stationed outside. I asked if something had just happened.” No,” one policeman answered, “just more surveillance”. “For how long?” I asked. His shrug confirmed my suspicions.
Is this the New Normal? Yes, he said and nodded his head and then turned back to face his team.
I read the news late last night, from the New York Times:
“A powerful explosion caused by what the authorities believe was a homemade bomb injured at least 29 people on a crowded sidewalk in the bustling Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan on Saturday night, according to the police.
A few hours later, the authorities found and removed what they described as a second explosive device four blocks away, raising the possibility that two bombs had been planted in the heart of the city.”
Yesterday on the Jersey shore, a device exploded as 5,000 runners were scheduled to participate in a 5K Marine race for charity. Late “sign-ins” delayed the race, so no was injured when a blast went off in a garbage can at 9:30am directly on the route of the race, in Seaside Park. Can you imagine the carnage that was spared?
Also last night, there was a shooting two blocks from my son’s house near his University.
I worry for my city, so densely populated. I worry for other cities, too, and the world around me. I worry about the mostly kind and peaceful citizens in this world, and hope that peace, and kindness can somehow be restored.
Yesterday I was at the beach and nary a soul was there. I felt safe, with my hubby; calm and in the grace of Mother Nature’s lap.
I wish I could stay here. There is a foul wind of change in the air. I don’t like it one bit.
Back to fashion posts tomorrow, although I may not attend a fashion show that I was invited to. It depends on the city and what happens between now and then.
Sending Love and Peace to you my lovely readers.
XOXOXO Elle XOXOXO