About a mile down the road, a firetruck, sirens yelping, barreled by.

So, just got back from arm therapy. Drive home, I noticed car way ahead stopped on side of the road, near a church. Thought, oh, just some people from the church, putting up signs, maybe.

I approached, and the car ahead of me slowed way the hell down. Forced to slow down myself, and then warily drive by. Turns out it wasn't people putting up signs; actually, it was a bunch of kids--I didn't see them crying; they were all huddled up, an adult talking to them. They were calm--and a lady on the ground next to the car, howling in agony, with people huddled over her. I could hear through my closed doors. Howling.

I saw another car, airbags out; but I didn't see any wreckage, no sign of an accident, other than the lady howling on the ground with people huddled over her. (The people too, were calm. They were too calm. It didn't make sense.) The car in front of me, it pulled off to the side of the road, and a lady sprinted out, running towards the scene. I pulled over right after this, wondering what the hell I should do. There were plenty of people at the scene. And then I saw a car or two continue on, so I finally did the same.

I felt cold. Shivery.

I drove the rest of the way home very, very slowly. I kept looking at all the cars and thinking how the people in them didn't know but an accident, with someone seriously hurt, someone howling on the ground, immobile, was just a block away from them. Right over there! That street! Right there, there's an accident, but you'll never know, because you aren't even going that way.

About a mile down the road, a firetruck, sirens yelping, barreled by me.

I still feel pressure in my head from witnessing this.