We assembled at the fountain before the race. Each of us sporting our own version of patriotism.
We donned our Wonder Women bracelets and posed for photos. Today, we dedicated our race to a friend dying from cancer.
Hardly seems fair.
There would have been tears, but we didn't want them there. We were strong, we were mighty. We can cry later. Now, now we have a race to run.
This afternoon. Sitting on my bed, I look out the window just in time to see the fawns my neighbor mentioned the other night.
Part of me is fighting this. Fear.
Who is afraid of wonder?
