My heart sank this morning as I listened to the news of the bombs in the London transit. Naturally, it stirred up the memories of my trip to London just over a month ago. Looking at the locations of the explosions also made me pause a little, noting that they were all in close proximity to my hotel. I, like almost everyone in the city, took the Underground everywhere every day, and became a pro to the point where I was giving directions to people who asked me. I could still hear the voice of the train's automated announcer, calling out the stations as we approached them.
Edgware Road...
Russell Square...
King's Cross-St. Pancras...
Aldgate...
Of course, my thoughts then went to my cousin. Thankfully, she's fine and was not in the vicinity at the time.
It's a little staggering to think about how one day you can be so deliriously happy, and the next day so profoundly sad. I hope that any and all of your friends and relatives in London are safe tonight.
"London calling to the faraway towns, now that war is declared and battle come down"
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