Thinking about the people in Nepal...many are waking up after a night of sleeping outdoors.
Waking up to razed towns, broken roads... not the usual hustle and bustle of morning business... instead, eery silence in places, interrupted by sirens, shouts of rescue workers, helicopters, someone crying.
Waking up hungry and thirsty, wondering where to find water and food...trying to make sense of various word of mouth reports and rumours as to where and when aid is distributed.
Waking up to search for family members and friends...making sure they are nearby...worrying about someone who no one had heard from...chatting about where others may be...chatting about where others were found.
Waking up to pass by a familiar places, now leveled...peering into piles of rubble in case someone was still in there....shifting bricks and boards...looking for food...for clothes.
Waking up to journey to the places where the dead are laid out in neat rows...to walk up and down the lines of bodies, to see each washed face up close....hoping, praying, feeling.
