I voted at my son's primary school. I was glad to see a strong turnout, as it usually correlates with a yes vote.
Most of the day I've thought about the vote, and it's ramifications, but for an hour today I sat with my friend. She has advanced cancer and has had a rough week. We sat and talked on her porch, which overlooks beautifully green trees as far as the eye can see.
I came home remembering that the vote doesn't matter.
Love does. Hope matters. Trees do too.
Five years from now I won't remember this election. I will, however, remember the hour we spent on the porch overlooking our beautiful green acres.