And that was the kind of day it was: mellow, determined, kind-hearted, excited. I liked the young man whose sign read: Marching for my mother, my sister & my niece. I said: And for yourself. He thought for a moment & then smiled big. And many, many other signs of hope & peace.
So glad I joined millions of people in hundreds of marches around the world.
And now? As someone somewhere said: "One day to mourn, one day to march, then the work begins."