I don't want to forget this day.

I left my house at 7 am, dressed for work and carrying my usual backpack. The rain pattered on my red umbrella as I avoided puddles strewn with scarlet and gold leaves. Two blocks to the polling place, a historically black church, and I walked right in as voter #23. Filled in my ballot, checked it twice in paranoia, put it in the machine (oh god, I hope I filled it in right) and collected my sticker. Thanked the poll workers, returned my voter guide for reuse, and walked on to the bus stop, stopping to treat myself to coffee and a chocolate croissant at the not-quite-open, last independent coffee shop on Franklin St. (not counting the Coffee Shop, which is actually a restaurant).

At work by 7:45, with a lovely voter afterglow and hope in my veins.

Pray, meditate, do some hedge magic, think good thoughts.

A Change is Gonna Come - Leela James (YSI link)