Breast Cancer in Pink

On my way to work this morning I passed a breast cancer walk-a-thon. It was an enormous crowd of people, mostly women, forming a long, thick trail that snaked its way around the park on 148th down the street from Microsoft. It’s a sunny day today, just warm enough for shorts without being too hot to be outside. As everyone knows, pink is the color associated with breast cancer charities and it gave the procession a dominant color scheme. Some of the women sported sparkling pink deely-boppers. I hadn’t heard there was going to be a walk, I might not have even seen it at all if I’d taken my regular route to work. But something about seeing it was comforting. Not especially because they were walking for breast cancer, as important as that is, but because there were so very, very many of them, in all shapes, ages and sizes, all together for one reason, even wearing the same color. The Seattle sunshine made all that marching humanity oddly beautiful. It reminds me of the time I turned a corner on a trail in the woods and came face to face with a stag just a few yards away. You didn’t know it would be there, you weren’t out looking for it, you don’t know where it came from or where its going when you leave it. Maybe I’m glad I saw the walk just because I was thinking hard about work, and for a few moments, it made me think about something else bigger than my problems.

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