It came from two stories up wearing cartooned pajama bottoms —
A “holy crap” that broke the silence of the line now a couple of blocks long and winding it’s way down Oak Grove just 24 minutes after the polls opened.
My Dunn Bros. is still steaming, the morning is shut-up-and-kiss-me gorgeous, and I’m idling about a block away from my destination feeling slightly — well —
Oh, it’s not the election —
Or the end of the campaign —
Or the expected outcome —
It’s this line.
Barely moving on the surface — alive and crawling with as many ideals and statements and dreams as there are arms and legs —
A breathing mosaic of energy and color that opens every last hatch in my house and pulls me outside — and into it —
With not a word —
Not an invitation —
Or an intention —
But a flow unto itself.
I am here. And this is now.
And that’s enough.
*********8:41 a.m. Voter #259 MINNEAPOLIS W-7 P-05