Well, I just got back from my weekly run. It’s the shortest I’ve ever had, with five minutes and one second on the clock. But I can’t say I felt like continuing my jog after I saw a thirteen year old boy throw himself in front of a train.
I am in a complete daze (is that what shock feels like?), but I can still think straight… I think. I keep seeing him throw away his bicycle and dive under the barriers to get hit by that passing train. I keep thinking how my brains convinced me, and keeps trying to do so, that he was one of those idiots that try to be funny and get train drivers upset by crossing the rails just as the train is about to pass. But when the dust cloud dissolved and the barriers went up, he was nowhere to be seen.
And I can only say thank the Universe for that! I would not be in this too calm of a state if I had seen any dismembered body parts. I would have freaked out entirely.
I wonder if I have feelings, but at the same time I know what’s coming. This is only the calm before the storm.