On April 19, 2013, I woke up after 6 a.m. to my boyfriend unexpectedly coming home from work barely an hour after leaving. He told me there was something going down (regarding the Boston Marathon Bombing suspect), so I got up and watched the news. We were glued to the tv for much of the day. At one point in the morning, it looked like the law enforcement officers were getting ready to close in on him, but it turned out to not be so until later that night.
In the afternoon, we decided to get outside, and take a break from the suspense. Public transportation was shut down for much of the day, so we walked along the beach, lingered, and made our way to “Sullivans”, a wonderful place on Castle Island to eat fastfood. It felt good to enjoy the fresh air, and the warmth (it was in the 70’s, the warmest it’s been so far), and to get our minds off of the events going on around the Boston area.
There were wind surfers on the water, and they were amazing! Just watching made me imagine the feeling of flying high above the water!
The flags were at half mast, causing me to think about the tragedies that Boston (and the country and the world) has recently experienced. For many, it isn’t yet the end of the horrifying ordeal, but the beginning of the healing process, or the grieving process. My heart goes out to them.
Getting outside, and enjoying the beach at South Boston was a well-needed break from being cooped up, and the remainder of the day seemed to go by faster than the morning had. It was hours later that the end of the man-hunt came, allowing us to sleep well at night. Boston can breathe easier now!