This all feels like such a random mix of mundane, like boys riding bikes around the block and a paint crew scraping the neighbors house. And then add the buzz of the helicopters, the constant peals of sirens. The worst part of the mix is that the spouse has found an online police dispatch station to listen to.
So know I know when some kids in a green jeep just looted a store a few blocks north of us. And we heard the update that the jeep was heading through my block. But the police weren't chasing them - so my little spot resembles normalcy. Birds. Kid's playing ball. No sign of the jeep. Far off the noise of chaos, far off the problems.
I see so many images until a friend shares one of a kid in his cap and gown that just stops me.