Lighting Moment #3

Lighting Moment #3

Monday, February 10th. 1:00 AM. Amherst, MA. My friend’s apartment.
In the dark living room of my friend’s living room/kitchen, my friend stands in front of the oven checking his phone. The only source of light is the oven hood light, throwing a dim warm light on his face and the rest of the room.
After a twenty hour day, I was ready to sleep. Up at four at the previous morning, I had driven six hours in order to pick up my friends on the way to Manchester, New Hampshire. Our goals? To knock some doors for the Bernie Sanders campaign and see a live podcast. Dozens of houses, one venue and multiple naps on my part later, we had completed both, and I was lying on my buddy’s couch hoping for a few hours shut eye before my long drive home. Alec never sleeps; kid needs a near constant intake of Red Bull and caffeine pills to function, and as I looked at him errantly scrolling Twitter, I reflected on our day. I was tired, sure; the weak light emulated that. But at the same time, it was rejuvenating, invigorating even. This was my first experience knocking doors, let alone volunteering with a political campaign. Trudging through the snow and talking to everyday people filled me with a sense of purpose; that I was making a difference. Though tired, I was ready to continue. Now here I lay, a moment of rest before the next day of the fight.

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