Horror and Relief

More about the earthquake. It was 200 km away from us and didn't affect anything. But there are 3 dead, more injured, and even more homeless from it. Something about it just haunts me. I slept, woke, and slept again. In that waking moment I had peace after the shaking stopped, but 200 km away someone was weeping, someone was dying, someone was hurt, someone was dead. No one I knew, but still, it's bad.

Aftershock at 10:49 in the morning. I already blogged about that, but I hear it had a magnitude of 5 or something. As if six wasn't enough!

Anyway, that's the earthquake. Everyone was talking about it. People up in the top floors of our apartment complex were terrified. It's an awful thing. I called up someone on the phone last night and it was all we could talk about. There wasn't much else to say.

It's been so hot lately, but I was outside anyway with some of my parent's friends. We were sitting outside a restaurant when I started feeling drops. It started pouring! We went inside, but there were breaths of cool air, and the oppresive sunshine had finally stopped. It was back up again within half an hour, of course, but the air was cool, the ground was wet, and rivulets of water were running down the earth, being drunk up by the thirsty ground.

It's still hot, but it was a breath of relief all the same. Yesterday was a day of mixed feelings, just like last Christmas, when I saw someone lying in the middle of the road--apparently having been hit by a car--and yet something happened which made it the happiest Christmas of my life.

By the way, I've installed Haloscan commenting and trackback on this site (but not my poetry site, because I don't want to delete Sorah's comment) because I prefer it to Blogger commenting. Just thought I'd mention it.