Fifty stars and thirteen stripes waving effortlessly in the wind. Wind rushing past me as the secrets dared to be more than just a whisper. Whispers evolving into the roar of a teacher saying stop running. Running students become a stampede fearing the one minute bell. Bells ringing, sirens heard. An emergency that goes unseen. Unseen plastic bag dodging Cars. Throwing itself like a ballet dancer across the street. Streets turn into a classroom where lovers wear wisdom (blue), unplanned faith, trust and loyalty.