Election Week

In Port Townsend, Election Day was unseasonably sunny and warm. I had lunch with a friend on lawn chairs outside, faces turned to the sun. We talked about finding our voices and supporting the empowerment of our daughters. 

The day after the election it rained. And rained. And rained some more.

The day after the day after the election, across Port Townsend Bay, fog shrouded Indian Island, so I could only see the top of the giant crane at the military loading dock, where it sits poised, waiting for disaster. 

The fog burned off. The moon came out. I learned that Leonard Cohen died. We have given up Manhattan.