Oh election

Like so many of these stories, we decided to go to sleep. That watching the red wasn't helping. And sleep that night? Was meager. The waking dawn was even more sparse. The wonder and worry. The tears with friends. The fear and division. The fact that, yes. I have family who voted differently. And I find it sad, somehow. The hate and cruelty that has been given the ok to thrive.

So in the rain we walked to a vigil. Our candles were sputtering. But the hearts remain aflame.