Got up at 0600. Showered and out of the door by 0622. It was about even between permanent night and transcient dawn. None of the reported rain. Fog swept in and had eaten up everything. The neighborhood is quiet, save the trucks and early commuter traffic.
I got to walking. Not much in the way of sidewalks here. Too hilly, too old development suburban. Vines and sheer front yard edges. Wet rotting piles of leaves tracked from the curb into the street. Parked cars sat in them.
Got to the elementary school: around a corner and dug into a hillface. The school had set up a table to buy a coffee and a bagel. A half an hour early. The line was maybe a dozen. Kids off on election day? Washed-in cocoa powder. Milk? Is that how elementary schools smell? There was something that gave the air that very taste. More people came. Damn, I was about two sawbucks younger than everyone else here. Cute election observer. A college freshmen? She had no where to stand so she just stood there: off to the side in the school auditorium, rolling her foot in its heel, clutching a clipboard. All the lunch tables where stacked in the cafeteria. I waited behind the duct tape line.
My last name, my address, my DOB. Got my slip, signed it. Poll worker lives just down the street from me. Got my smartcard. Pushed it into the machine. Goddamn the GUI of this thing is hideous. Am I a dork because I spent yesterday reading up on the issues, the candidates and then looking at the sample ballot they mailed me? It was mostly punching numbers. Name: X. "Choose no more than four". Double check, next page. The same. Review. Submit ballot. Took my smartcard to the kids who dropped it a box. Took my sticker. Put it on my sweater.
The parking lot was filled- people coming and going. Some election workers outside. I was glad I walked. The fog had begun to clear. A man walks out of his house with a dog. I go down the street. A man with a greyhound crosses my path. I come to Wayne and see a jogger. She's wearing a TERPS sweatshirt. 0712. I get in my car, take off my scarf (warmer than I thought today... wow, the high's 60F?), drive to work.
And here you are.