Voting

Just back from voting. That meant a pleasant meander, through the village to the local school. Funny how you can walk a route frequently with the dog, but when it is to vote it all takes on a different meaning. The sun shines, the cherry blossom pulses softly on the breeze – everything is heightened. You wonder who has voted, what the percentage turnout is like and if other people feel more alive and more blessed in the process. The officials on duty are relaxed and smiling and there is no sense of hurry or fear. Not only am I grateful to be living in such a comfortable place but I am deeply thankful to live in a democracy – even with all its flaws.