The forecast called for clear skies and sunshine here on Election Day. I rose before the sun, grabbing a front row seat to the sun breaking the horizon over Lake Michigan. As I headed out the door, I mumbled something to my husband about finding or creating some sort of metaphor, confirming that no matter what the day’s outcome, the sun still rises.
Tuesday was un-Wisconsin-like warm, mid-70s temperatures bliss, and I wasted not one moment. I completed a little yoga practice when I returned home from the lakefront. I assiduously avoided the television. Our Echo Show responded as commanded to, “Alexa, play ambient music” and I floated in its trance. I walked the dog. I took photos of this incredible display of urban art along with an incredible display of urban forestry in the form of the reddest maple leaves I’ve ever seen south of Canada’s flag. I muted all social media notifications on my phone. I texted a few people I don’t connect with often enough and love to bits to tell them I was thinking about them. My younger son and I walked for miles. I cracked the spine on Dan Rather’s What Unites Us, a collection of essays I cannot recommend highly enough. I prepared a complicated dinner. I even dusted the living room and Windex-ed up a few windows because Tuesday was a day for making good choices.