An impassioned day.

I stood in line for maybe an hour but it seemed like 30 seconds. I watched an elderly volunteer walk up and down the line offering people water and reading glasses (just "in case you can't see read that damn small print on the ballot"). I got choked up standing behind this line of diverse people, an African-American couple that were easily 75 years or older, while I thought about what this day must also mean to them.

And I looked up at the crystal blue sky and took a long, deep breath. I. took. it. all. in.

Pax.