This was my view of yesterday's Atlanta #womensmarch. I volunteered as a peace marshal with @terraelanmcvoy and (considering the size of the march) a very small group of wet, cold and amazing people in blinding yellow vests. (A special shout out to the kind folks at the Coke Museum Store who allowed us to shelter there as we bought extra layers to keep warm). As we waited in the blowing rain for the crowds to gather, I had no idea what I was in for. I did not think I would be parting a sea of thousands of people (my apologies to anyone who's ear I yelled in) so Rep. John Lewis could get to the front of the march. Nor walking in front of the march with the very determined Baton Bob clearing the way as we headed toward the Gold Dome, occasionally slowing down the Fugees Family holding the banner at the front of 65,000 people!! Nor standing backstage at the final rally, talking with real marshals and a group of people who have dedicated so much more to equality peace and justice than I ever will. I am still in a daze from it all. This was the first march I have participated in (other than my high school drum major stint in Sauk Prairie, WI) The first time I have ever taken to the streets to show solidarity with others who are rightfully opposed to the many injustices in our nation. It was so incredible to be there. To see so many folks I know there too. And to see photos of the masses who marched with us all over the nation. It was a first time for me that will be hard to top. But it will not be the last.