Two hundred and thirty nine people are lost, while hundreds more are mourning, waiting in the dark, huddling and sharing. Yet all I can think of is:
I have that scarf.
That woman is wearing the exact same scarf that I wore today, but she is grieving and angry while I was elated and snarky.
That woman is wearing the exact same scarf that I wore today, but she she is mourning and worrying while I was undulating and shimmying.
I have that scarf. I wore it today. Also on my head. The same color. The same shiny material. But under a different circumstance.
A very different circumstance.