We went together. Not a long drive. Walk in the horse chestnut alee. Old school building. A small kerfuffle with the certificate. He made a little cross (dear lord, hopefully I pointed the right box). And threw the huge sheet into the humongous see-through plexi box. There was a swing on the way back. And a small container of washed strawberries. And a dandelion. A street plate with number 10. It's ONE and ZERO. He fell asleep on the way back. The sweetest face in the world. THIS is the election day I will remember. Always
“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”
The Sheltering Sky, Paul Bowles
I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
The Hours, Clarissa Vaughan character played by Meryl Streep