I stood in line after work. To vote. For mayor. And state supreme court judge. And the city council and school board. My voting venue is pleasant. The city’s botanical garden. I was in a line of 25 or so, with more gathering behind me. I pass yellow sample ballots posted on the wall. And announcements about garden clubs, orchid sales, and volunteer opportunities. A big window framed budding vines. Soon. Soon spring will really be here. I get to the table. I appreciate the elderly poll workers, there with their Election Day Manuals, but I do wish they would move a little faster. I get my ballot and head to a blue voting booth with spindly legs. If I lean while voting, it would certainly crash to the floor. There are cords connecting them, one to the next, to bring electricity to small lights. I finish. A machine sucks in my ballot. I’m done. I pass people in line with babies and head into the drizzle. A dog waits. The daffodils are close to bursting. And I voted.