As I write, I’m toggling between this page and a live news feed of law enforcement officials as they surround a home that allegedly holds the second Boston bomber. Vests and Hum-vees and helmets and guns line the streets on what would have otherwise been a gentle spring day. There are reports of more explosions.
No more explosions.
Our world has shifted, unlocking frightening questions for which no easy answers exist. Along with the rest of our nation, I won’t breathe again until they get him, this human who holds no regard for human life. And then…
And then we must move on and remember that there is still so much good in the world, and that we can work together to replace darkness with light.