Sirens outside, streets away but sounding oh-so-close. It’s not even 6am when I hear them, and my first thoughts are Who is even awake right now to need sirens? and I hope everyone is okay, because concerned confusion is becoming a default, it seems. If you’d look outside the window right now, everything is pitch black and absent, so the sirens feel like reminders that there’s really a world out there and it’s filled with trouble. (There are two different sirens, one that takes longer to cycle around and another that’s choppier, faster: Two different types of responders? Fire and ambulance?)
It’s been a hell of a week, one that’s just seemed to burn through all the psychic goodwill left over from the holidays and leave me exhausted already. Something about waking up today and hearing sirens in the distance feels appropriate.