Again, things happen with unyeilding force.
Again, I watch it unfold from the comfort of a warm blanket, a cup of hot tea and the power to simply hit a remote button to make it stop. There's a piece of my brain that worries about what I'm wearing tomorrow as the rest of me fights off tears watching a desperate truck attempt to reach a safe distance. Why am I so numb sometimes?
I plan my work outfit. The truck gets swallowed up in the mighty mess.
I'm at a loss for words. I'm at a loss for feelings too.
I'm protected. I'm protecting. I am powerless I think.
Again, there's too much happening. Again, my little hands feel soft.
I hug my fluttering belly tight and send up a simple whisper.
(soft hands can help here too)