In the seven years I’ve lived in Boston, this city has been wrapped in a sweet, serene glow. I’ve watched the neighborhoods I love grow into beautiful forces of hope and strength, something untouchable. There was a moment this afternoon when at once, an entire city lost what it meant to feel safe. The cotton was lifted, and the streets I know with my eyes closed look a bit different now. For the first time, we tangled our hearts in silencing loss.
I’m not sure how a city recovers from shattered trust, but with a humbled, grateful exhale, we’ll get there. With all of my heart, and the hope that this will leave us strong but not spiritless, keep going.