We gathered in the park, all eight hundred of us, pushing wheelchairs and shepherding darting youngsters in an Autumn afternoon. We gathered by the stage and warmed up, orange lanterns raised aloft. And then we walked ….
The rain came, but we walked, wheelchairs covered over to protect the precious charges within.
The finish line and a soggy cardboard box full of medals for everyone - those who walked, those who pushed, those who looked out on the world where they are loved and cherished … if but for a short, short time.
We gathered, all of us, on a walk together.
