Adam and I took the day off today to enjoy the Boston Marathon. Although I have lived in the area for years and often cheered on runners and friends along Commonwealth Ave, I had never been to watch at the finish line. I took this photo at Boylston & Exeter just before 1pm today, within a block of the two explosions. We didn't stay for long, moving on to take a walk through the city. On our way home we decided to avoid the crowds and stayed closer to the Charles. We were crossing over Exeter when we heard the explosions. It sounded as if a large dumpster had been dropped on the ground, but so much louder that we could feel it. There were sirens, but we had been hearing them all day. When we made it to Fairfield we were met with a flood of people running towards us and on towards the river in panic, crying and yelling to get out of the city. It was surreal. I felt as if we were in a movie, but the fear and confusion around us was very real. We are safely at home. Thanks to everyone who has checked in on us. It's so shocking, scary, and sad how dramatically that scene at the finish line shifted from the positive energy we experienced at that very spot to complete fear just two hours later.
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