Dear World,

After watching the 113th Boston Marathon, I wrote this fictional piece:

an ethiopian finished first, a kenyan finished second, an american finished third. an american finished ahead of a kenyan, a kenyan finished ahead of an ethiopian. a brazilian carried his flag, a korean wore hers as a pin, a south african wore his national colors. a brit sang her country’s anthem, a russian thought it was beautiful. an irish slowed down to take in the music, a chinese sped up to do the same. another brit fell down and couldn’t. an italian cheered him on, an israeli helped him up. a mexican dropped her flag, an iranian avoided stepping on it, a swede picked it up. and a costa rican smiled.

wishful thinking?

why are we all a race?
why do we all race?
and why are they the same word anyway?

Love Always,
Nathan