I walked to the polls today.
Past Matt and Carla, who were working in their yard, so I stopped and we shared jokes about the candidates. Past Jenny’s daughters, who halted their hula-hooping to greet me with shy voices. Past Mike, who was driving quickly, but who slowed down just enough to wave and smile. Past a couple who I did not know, but who smiled back and said “hi” when I greeted them.
The early spring warmth and late afternoon sun were new to us, an aura of hope hung in the air, and everyone seemed excited to turn out.
Lisa stood outside the library doors, and we asked each other about kids and work and spring break plans. Gussie pulled up in her van and pronounced herself lazy for driving three blocks rather than walking. Corinna rushed past us, waving and shouting a quick greeting. And James came up behind us and commented jovially on the long lines.
And my neighbor Ed? The one who never says “hi?” He turned his head and pretended not to see any of us .