Road to recovery.

I never realised that fear is completely perpetuating. It doesn't leave you. It refuses. A human backpack of disruption, its hard to ignore.

When your safe haven, your place of refuge and comfort becomes a inescapable reality of fear, its scary. Its surreal. Almost impossible to imagine, to prepare for.

After shocks continue to haunt this city. Out of place and unavoidable, they ravage the city. Our last total was 270 though this has undoubtedly grown since. A potential animal of destruction, fear can control you. This city was unprepared, it was beyond impossible to predict.

But our city has come together, supported each other. Arms are outstretched like I never knew was possible. Mine included. Or so I like to think.

Its scary to think what Mother Nature can do, but it can bring humans together. Show us what we are capable of. A picture of resistance.

I don't yet feel safe, the ground continues to rumble below, unhappy and teeming. Teeming with destruction. But I look at people on the street, people in my neighbourhood, people everywhere, who prove that humans can do good, in the hardest of situations.