![]() ![]() ![]() On our family What’s App thread at 8:35 AM, Eliza posted from Amman, “AP, NYT, and all the major outlets have called it for Biden!” My cousin posted from LA, “I can finally wash my Hillary T-shirt that I’ve been sleeping in all week.” My friend Hollye posted, “BIDEN IS PRESIDENT.” I watched Van Jones sob on national TV in relief for all the people whose lives would now not be as endangered. And then the alerts and celebratory messages started pouring in. It was on Facebook that I first heard the news, the single word, “Pennsylvania” followed by three exclamation points. And despite the fact that I’d forced myself out the door for my daily self-care-out in nature, exercising-I kept lifting that smooth blue rectangle up to my face and checking. I had my phone with me, of course, my constant companion during this endless week of waiting. My double-sided cotton mask around my neck, ready to be lifted up if other hikers appeared. My feet padding in the dried dust beneath them. I was out on my daily walk behind Simpkin’s Swim Center when I heard the news, drinking in the chlorophyll of all those trees, my eyes sweeping over Schwan Lake and beyond it, the Pacific. ![]() I don’t think it would be hyperbole to say democracy won. ![]()
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