Looking Back, Looking Ahead

Hmm… this was possibly the last time I felt truly happy and hopeful. It was Nov. 8, about 6:00 pm. Hadn’t watched any news yet.

But I won’t go down that road. The Day of Marches gave me hope again.

So let this photo serve not just as a record of past events, but as a crystal ball, too. I’m going to vote again. And it’s going to count.