Election Day

The day has finally come.

It was a little warmer than yesterday when I got up today; it felt like a proper fall day, with its crisp chill and kaleidoscopic carpet of dry, crackly leaves. Many trees are almost bare, yet some cling to their fading vibrance. The day begins a basket waiting to be filled with its events, and I see inside it my own anticipation. I'm breathing in hope, exhaling expectation. The day might not know it yet, it never does, but the world is going to change. The sentience of the world alone knows it and feels it in the air.

On the way to work, I took a corner on the street and there, centered in my view as if aimed just for me, the sun's disk, magnified by perspective, was rising over the trees and fighting through a gossamer fog. At this time of day there is the ephemeral potential for a moment of magic, during which lighting, atmosphere, and scenery conspire to steal you into fantasy. These moments feel like they're just for you and your companions, they strike you with awe, and they demand inspiration.

Yesterday on the news, someone said, "There is a majesty to this day," and it took the thought right out of my head. There is a majesty to the knowledge that millions of people across a land, granted the purpose by a uniting contract, go out this day to decide a country's future. Each one free, each with care for their country, each a noble agent of change. There is something profound about the idea that no matter the course of the country, we've no one to blame but ourselves for its failures, and no further to look than ourselves for its redemption.

The sun's glory this morning helped to realize the majesty of this day, itself a symbol of revival. I know in which direction I believe redemption lies, and I hope this day's sun is rising up to deliver it, rising up to a new and brighter future, rising up in optimism and in hope, rising up to burn off the fog's uncertainty.

Tonight, the sun long set, we will know at last how that sun will rise tomorrow, and what new world we will awaken to.

Be profound. Vote. It is we, the people, who are invested with the power to bless our own nation.