Four years ago, I awoke in Vermont to the news that the President of the United States of America was Donald Trump. I am not American, but my heart sank. I walked the streets of Burlington confused about how it had come to this. The Clinton signs were everywhere. But, I was in Vermont. It was a false sense of security. A few days later we were due to drive to New York City, for our 'might not get a chance to visit again' weekend away. It inspired this piece of writing, which I now want to share as we wait for the results of the 2020 election. Good luck, USA.
