This is the second time in my life that a city I inhabit like my own body has been attacked. The scale is different, the skylines are different, but so much is the same. It’s like when you notice yourself breathing and then you have to force yourself to inhale. Safety, in the larger sense, is no longer something you can go without thinking about. It’s what gets taken from you when someone tries to break a whole city or a whole nation with hate.
This time, though, I’m older. I won’t let that creeping fear hang on me for days, weeks, months. Despite watching soldiers check garbage cans for bombs in the train station, despite the uninhabited space in the heart of my city that is still a crime scene. I won’t stay inside - and it seems like nobody else will, either. Security may have been stolen but I can only think to replace it with boldness. We will walk and run and drive where we so choose because this place is ours, not theirs.