I'm sitting on the sofa, alone in the apartment on election morning. I have at least a half dozen 'better' things to be doing, but instead I'm on my computer, reading accounts of the massive turnout for the presidential election, and I'm crying. It reminds me of the way I felt on September 11th, for some reason. I think it's because I'm crying for my country, and once again, I'm taken aback at how deeply runs the emotion. Only this time, what I'm feeling isn't just sadness, though I grieve for all the losses we've suffered in the last eight years. There's also a sense of relief, that this last, ugliest chapter of national divide is over, and pride, in the people who believe so strongly in our country that they are willing to spend up to eight hours in line to cast their vote.
What started me off were these two accounts of voting, from Andrew Sullivan.
