It's Election Day, time to vote our candidate into office. I've waited four years to use this privilege; I hope my guy is elected and makes our country great again.

I think of all the drama that has led up to this day: friends and family falling out over who is the better choice; strangers coming to blows because they don't like how the other talked about their candidate; dinners ruined over politics; yards destroyed after a neighbor promotes a candidate; demonstrators were vandalizing businesses of hard workers; areas littered with signage, it's just a chaotic mess.

It's not just the candidates; it's also racism, Black Lives Matter, Support our men in Blue, assumed privilege, homosexuality, and religion heating souls up. People have stopped listening to each other; they are demanding to be heard, even a the cost of severing relationships and crushing lives. Where is the compassion? The love?

Covid is another offender, affecting how and when people vote. Mask must be worn, hiding friendly smiling faces. Instead, eyes are alerted, hoping no one wants to get too close.

This is the land of the free: to vote; to have a difference of opinion; to have an opinion; to religious freedoms; to speak out in support of or against any subject or situation; to mingle; to live where we please; to be who we please. These freedoms should not be neglected when many others are fighting to have them.

The parking lot to the polls are crowded. Out of state tags stand out; everyone wants their voice to be heard, even when far from home.

The colors: red, white and blue dominated the area. The colors of the flag are symbolic; red symbolizes hardiness and valor, white symbolizes purity and innocence, and blue represents vigilance, perseverance and justice.

There are small lines to vote, but people are moving along rather quickly. That isntil those ending their workshift arrive, the gets a little longer and a little slower.

Democrat, Independent, Republican candidate posters, signs, banners, official ballot drop boxes, and vehicles line the way, creating a path to the open doors.

Flyers are being handed out, encouraging you to vote for their candidate. They workers are cold, but they are diligent; no voter left flyer less.

It is a beautiful thing to see people taking advantage of the privilege.

There are a few who have chosen to be left unheard, that is their right.

The new stations are directing everything about the elections, and the country waits on end to see who will win.