Gray After Dark

by Noelle W. Ihli

In, one, two, three, four. Out, one, two, three, four.

“Opening up your heart is messy—and risky. But keeping your heart spotless is risky too,”

I’d never won a medal, and I’d definitely never carried the Olympic torch, but today I was the torch.

I started singing. “Bang, bang, bang goes the farmer’s gun … run, rabbit! Run, rabbit! Run, run, run.”

For the reminder that no matter what happened, we’d already won.