thousands

We marched in the womens march.  I held my sign and Ming held his.  We met J and G.  We marched with them.

At times I was moved, feeling like I was doing my sacred duty.  At times I was frazzled, especially when strangers were bumping into me.  At times I was worried, like when Ming got too far away.  At times happy.

I dissociated for a few seconds, at the march, before realizing what I was doing and snapping out of it.

There were thousands of people.

Came home and ate some leftover rice and half a banana and a huge satsuma that had the best flavor in the world.