Electric Air
There is something in the air, and I can only imagine it's everywhere. It's a charge, a ripple, a common feeling of discontent. Like walking on pins and needles, looking around each corner...waiting, waiting, waiting. The build up for this election has been a long slow death march. Everyday I think we feel more and more aware of really just what's on the line. I'm ready for it for it to be over. I'm ready (although a small glimmer of hopes flickers like a candle flame in a hurricane) to mourn California's choice. I'm ready to watch the returns and to celebrate or cry. I plan to clean most of the night. To sweep out the dust and put the house in order, to prepare for a new day..but it's the air that holds my attention right now...that charged air hovering over everything.