This morning I drove my presidential mail-in ballot to a local postal station. I wanted to make sure that it was deposited as safely as possible. Inside the station all was eerily quiet and there was only one other person checking his private box.
The lights were off and doors to the main part of the station were locked. The friendly fellow said it looks strange seeing the main closed and dark doesn't it? We were both wearing masks but guess he could tell I was perplexed and went on to say, "With it being Columbus Day, the post office has a very different feel." I'd forgotten today was a holiday!
To celebrate posting the most important-to-date presidential vote I've ever cast, I decided to walk in a nearby local park. It was a very thought provoking meander as I considered what a privilege it is to vote; how much I've always taken for granted having prompt, reliable and safe postal services and deliveries; how strange it felt seeing the closed main part of the station.
There were more walkers and joggers than I'm used to seeing and that was an added benefit but the best part of all was picking up a few ripe pears which had dropped from trees on the park grounds.
Returned home feeling a great sense of gratitude for the privileges of voting, the access to a lovely park and the bonus of peeling a few delicious pears.
Just a short walk today