And her lips were dampened with summer rain, turning to frost much too quickly as winter seemed to rush forward and carry the warmth, and the breath of life away.
And so droplet became frost as flame becomes ash. Victor, hero, heroine--all must have a past.
I was terribly excited this election day, waiting to see the results. Was I prepared for either outcome? I'm not sure.
News cameras turned toward Times Square and the crowd gathered there was completely silent. I'll admit, I was stunned with them. I still am.
I don't know what to think of our new President-Elect, though he definitely said things to give me pause during his campaign. But then again, a campaign is about getting noticed, being bombastic, showing your teeth, and tearing your opponent down. It's like a national roast. The top leaders tear each other apart, act like fools, and then have to hug at the end of it. I'm not sure when this began, but there's no denying this is our custom now. So... how to reconcile the guy I only knew as yelling "You're Fired!" on commercials as being our new Commander-and-Chief? I'm working on that.
Overall, I love my country, so I will reconcile whatever disagreements I may have with the campaigns in light of supporting my fellow voters. That's how a democracy works. And should something untoward come of a belief I hold dear? Well, then I shall protest with my words and write those elected who are supposed to be representing me. (And I'll do a little in-home cursing and finger-wagging and eye-squinting at the TV.)
I feel there is a fine line here, though. Should you be passionate about who won and who lost, whatever that means to you? Absolutely! I've spent many a night shocked from the winner of this or that season of American Idol, and I refuse to believe that my fellow country men be less passionate about their government than they are about a talent show.
So far the bright pieces that glitter in my mind--
Even though Clinton didn't win, she sent so many cracks through that glass ceiling. At no point did anyone maintain the fact that she was unfit to serve because she was a woman. That makes me happy. She headed a major political party and had support from a massive amount of the nation to be Commander-and-Chief. That's worth clapping and cheering for whether you like her or not. Many people were shocked that she didn't win. So we were fully prepared to have a female president in a country where women weren't even allowed to vote at one time! I can't imagine how precious those stickers were they put on Susan B. Anthony's grave this past week. Amazing.
And for our next president? Multiple divorces and bankruptcies and mistakes have marred him, scarred him, and still there are those that found him worthy of the presidency, those that cast their ballots for him. Any in-race policies aside, how remarkable is it that such a checkered past could lead up to something as great as president of the United States of America? That just shows you how persistence and an un-willingness to fall down and stay down can lead to anywhere you want to go. Go back to school. Take that chance everyone said was so unfeasible. Believe in yourself like one would whisper to their children every night--You can be anything your heart desires.
That will be my take away from the race. As far as the next four years go? Well, I'm very lucky and proud to live in a country where we all have a voice. This is my country, our country, and we will all get through the world together. Our country is as rich in nationalities, gender identities, faiths, pasts, futures, paths, wants, and needs as it is in geography. How blessed we are that this nation is ours.
"My land, your land, this land was made for you and me..."
Madam La Zuray
Hello, darlings, I'm Madam La Zuray, author of dirty books you can't help but fall in love with. I bring the hot and the dirty and everything in between, all in a read you can swallow on your lunch hour. No sense in messing around with perfection.