Which storm?  The political one, Hurricane Sandy or the Northeaster that blew through last night?  All, I think, but mostly the former.

The truth is that I did not feel myself to be in a storm during the last two-and-a-half weeks in New Hampshire.  I felt myself sharply focused, with a precise and detailed job to do.  I felt battened down in the quiet, persistence of my own and others’ steady efforts.

Coming home, it feels a bit icy, slippery, hard to find my footing again.  What was I doing?  Where am I now?  Where are my campaign buddies?  In fact, I have a new perspective, some fresh ideas about how I would like to engage in the world. With the number of extraordinary women who are in office now, the expanding of marriage equality in Maryland and Massachusetts, and the second term of Barack Obama, there is a warm wind of change blowing through.  I can feel it pushing me forward.