We are so fascinated in our stories with our emergency services, of the people and the rescues, for this is the last vestige remaining of the sense of community we are all born to need. Humans survived as groups because they loved one another and cooperated as a group, we are emotionally hard-wired to need it. Without this, what are we? Without this and becoming more cooperative, can we survive? Other similar species died out because they didn't cooperate, is that a thing we can meditate on and learn from? Because I can hear sirens, can you?
We are a society that picks one another up, that has emergency services to come day or night. And so in that siren is the sound of our love for one another, and this is why it so very often brings us to tears.
In the night, graced by the ever-present stars and moon, come a pronouncement of sirens to call out the pathway of these modern medical warriors.
Emergency sirens call out into the river of traffic, and where once there was no way forward a wide swath opens for the blue to flow right though.
The emergency service siren comes amid the bright streetlights, a declaration that these heroes have heeded another call.
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