In contrast to the sentiment in my photographs of the past few days, I'm feeling decidedly melancholy. I had my girls home this weekend - something that happens rarely - and my dad came to be with us too.
Now they've all gone home or are on their way. And I'm feeling the blues.
I voted on Saturday. As I waited for my daughter to finish, I watched the people coming out. Heavy sighs, big grins, stooped posture - the reaction to having finally filled in the circles seemed to be that of relief. I felt the same way.