I’ve been so busy teaching creative writing to undergraduate students at Emerson College that I haven’t entered this blog in a month.
Seven Emerson students were injured on Monday during the terrible events that took place near the finish line of the 117th Boston Marathon. The campus, located roughly 4 blocks from the explosions, was closed yesterday to provide a day of healing and reflection. Today I returned to class. My students were not among those hurt though the tragedy was not far from anyone’s mind.
When class was over, I walked through the Boston Common to the Public Garden. I watched a little boy run as fast as he could across the grass. I stopped to listen to a trio of street musicians and bought a hot dog from a vendor. I also passed numerous clusters of police and overheard snippets of conversations about the aftermath from the Marathon. A sidewalk artist left these messages along the path in the Garden:
I often take the 39 bus home from Copley Square but there are barricades there now and the bus has been rerouted. Today the area near the Boston Public Library and the Square was eerily quiet but a small crowd was gathered around a memorial spontaneously erected against the metal barricade on Boylston Street. A container of markers sat beside a large sheet of paper. I added a message and read those left by the people who had come before me. No one spoke. Some were crying. Like an embrace, the scent from freshly cut flowers filled the air around us.