The normal rhythms of life returned this morning. Nothing stirred yesterday as the darkness never lifted, but settled seamlessly into the night.
We were watchful all day. All the traffic, such as it was, flowed cityward. We saw the same people and carts plod back at end of day.
We were about to breathe a collective sigh of relief when a small body of troops strode past our house. They continued down the road, but left a pair of guards at the nearby crossroads.
I went out to talk with the guards, but our neighbor reached them first. They rebuffed his curiosity, slamming him to the ground.
I helped our neighbor to his feet and supported him to his home.