Another late night. I've put homework on the back burner for the moment, which is for the best being I'm much better at writting and studying in the morning hours anyway. I've noticed that my last few posts here have been more reflective in nature. This is a work in progress and will forever be. I'm positive that my daily trials will find there way to this venue. However, I think it is good to stop and take a moment to reflect on life as well. (that whole stop and smell the roses thing)
There were sirens sounding all over this evening. The first few I didn't really pay attention to. I just went along on my way. However, when I was at my door step I actually stopped and listened for a moment. It sounded like there were 2 sets of emergency vehicals in two different places. They could have all been coming or going from the same place, but it still felt like they were everywhere. I'm sure most people didn't even stop to think about it. It's common place if you live in a city. (In fact I'm hearing them again as I sit here and write this.)
This got me thinking. Is there ever a case when you hear these sounds and they mean something good has happened? I would say that the sirens signal emergency.... someone or something needs help, fast. For those that needed the help the sirens are a sign of hope, of help coming, for those like me who are listening it is a sign of trouble. Two totally different emotions triggered by the same sound, at the same time.
I won't ever know what happened tonight. Why the ambulances, police, and fire trucks were out in full force. Honestly, I don't really want to know. I just hope that those who were in need were given the assistance they called for. I hope those sirens brought some comfort.
(I end with the sound of the train horn... how many times have I not heard it just because I'm used to it.... some times it is a good thing to stop and listen. )