It's amazing to see a sea of yellow shirts under pochos, making their way to the Starting Point in the early drizzly. Our first time participating in the Yellow Ribbon Run this morning. Youngest and I. As it was wet, we brisk walked way most of the way. Quite an experienced jogging, with the rain trickling down the face, fogging up the glasses and the feet thoroughly soaked. Ended at the field of the huge prison compound 6km and 70 min or so later, still raining. Next year? Yes, why not.