During lock down, Alison and I spoke on the phone and re-planned to meet up for our walk. We met on Saturday, April 20. Which was my 32nd birthday. She picked me up at Jesse's and we went to the Flour Bakery. There I ate the most food I had had in weeks...I ate a BLT and a berry short cake with homemade whipped creams AS MY BREAKFAST. :)
After we crossed the bridge I was hesitant to ask Alison to go to the bomb site/marathon finish line. I asked though and she said ok. We held hands and walked through the area that held some flowers and you could look out at the crime scene.
There were a dozen men in haz mats combing the street slowly. Nothing had changed. The metal stanchions were still in place...the blue finish line was still in place...cops were posted at the ends of the memorial. It was eerie and sad. And as we left we were presented with the media spot on the corner.
As we walked by the media stand I almost got run over by a man walking by. Alison and I somehow dodged him and we walked by the Copley Station metro stop and a tank. Commenting on how they looked jammed in there and bored. We then walked back over the bridge and back to the Flour Bakery for raspberry seltzer water.
Alison is an artist also. It felt great to sit down and pour ink on our papers and reflect on the morning.