Democracy came pretty early this morning. Up at 5 a.m., at the polls at a quarter to six, and we weren’t the first ones in line. I think the election judges are in for a very long day.
For the last few years, we’ve voted at a local grade school, in the hallway outside the cafeteria, where we cast our ballots while the kids swapped sandwiches and watched us present registration cards and receive “I voted” stickers.
This year, we were directed to a new polling place at the library. It seemed the books were still asleep at such an early hour. The stacks and shelves stood silent behind locked doors in the early morning darkness. Two librarians silently sipped coffee on either side of a single desk lamp. The library traditionally opens at 7:30 a.m. Today, the outer room opened at six.
Compared to all the months of campaign ads, debates, and everything that followed, the actual act of voting went by in a microsecond. And now we wait, until the votes are counted, to see who has won.
I would have liked an “I voted” sticker. It’s been a long day.