Even from where we stood miles and miles away, we could see the explosion. It was huge and immediately big black billowy smoke consumed the corner of the sky. They had bombed the amusement park, and then came a second hit, larger than the first. I thought I felt the ground shake. My awe turned to fear. I knew we were in the kind of trouble we were not likely to recover from.
The gray smoke spread, the cell phones were dead.....we were far away, and not directly affected so the collective panic had not yet spread.
I myself was thankful to have my husband and my daughter near by. My mind bounced between not wanting to leave their side, and needing to venture out and try to find a way to connect with the rest of my family. I needed to know they were alright.
I thought about my boys, my home, my animals. I thought about my neighbors.....all of them so much closer to the disaster.....but still far away enough that maybe.....
I trailed off on my own, searching for cell power, search for away to connect with the rest of my world. For a brief second the Internet worked, and a map of the planet flashed across my screen. The explosion, a chunk of earth flying out into the atmosphere, our earth, giving up.....
The billowing darkness began filtering out the sun, the blue slowly giving way to the blackness. I bowed and prayed fervently on the public stairs of a place I didn't even recognize, as the heat of the blazing sun, fell cold behind the clouds.
I prayed and I cried and I prayed. My thoughts unable to come up with any prayer that made sense. It was too little, too late, and the consequences we were about to face, I didn't want to face alone. I needed to find the people that I knew were still here. I needed to do it now.