#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Farm Pond as the sun goes down on election day 2024
An historic election day. I voted in the late afternoon with my youngest daughter and my grandson. His mother voted just before we got to the Town Hall. He sat on my lap as I filled in my choices. Then I showed him the room of the town hall where the office of the COA is, that used to be my first grade classroom, when I was only a year older than he is now. He had his shovel and pail with him so that we could go, as promised, to Farm Pond after voting. I promised him some sand castles to smash. It was in the 70’s today, but the water temperature didn’t know that it was so unseasonably warm. I made the requisite castles, and he smashed them with gusto. My daughter waded in the red dusk for me. Then I quickly ran into the water and dunked. She did too. Water was frigid, but it felt good. Then I did it one more time. I felt very alive and satisfied. We drove home in the red light with the heat blasting. Whatever happens tonight and tomorrow, I was thankful for the deep beauty of this voting experience.
My daughter before our chilly dip