"A Tale of Two Cities", Charles Dickens
I went to vote. When I actually saw the presidential ballot I was hit by the magnitude of this election. My chest tightened, my hands shook and tears welled in my eyes. While I've always felt it was extremely important, I've never had such a reaction to voting. When I cast my vote I nearly pressed the entire stylus through the ballot, such was my conviction for my choice, or rather, my distaste for the candidate I was voting against.
I'd like to say I rocked my vote but, living in such a small state, it feels more like I whispered into the wind.