uncertain

My body senses a deep background drone. But there is silence. Pulled outside of yourself, bearings, references, landmarks recede. I can't - may be wont - explain the internal thoughts and feelings of being engulfed by the real.

No one would go near the woman - her body. There was an invisible barrier and no one would venture closer than about 20 feet. Everyone was silent; shock; in the dark glistening wet. While just further back traffic continued on this busiest of intersections: all sealed safely in their vehicles - another world. One man, from a van following the truck that ran her down, took action, may be just to do something. He put on his dayglo jacket and stood blocking the road. His face was confused - white - lost. He fills my eyes with tears. We must have all looked the same. Then police ambulances arrived, and... that moment in time passed. The scene covered and transformed into the official.

Local report

That's probably all the world will know outside of that moment. And there are a million of them everyday, everywhere.