It's always an ordinary day. Seasonal weather. Routine morning. Breakfast, shower, pack up for work, get in the car, go. Regular traffic. A slow pedestrian. A four-way stop that irritates. A slow truck. Cows. Cup of tea, still hot. Reviewing the work to come, watching the road, thinking of turning on the radio. Normal.
A patch of ice. A car running through a stop sign. A suddenly stopped truck. These are the things that can throw in a bit of panic, but they are easily overcome. Or it's a traffic accident. Automatic systems kick in and the heart beats faster and steps are taken until it's normal again.
But when it's not really a normal day, that's when there is cognitive dissonance. Those are the days that separate people into categories they never even knew existed: Survivor, Victim. Hero, Human. Searcher, Lost. Witness, Runner.
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