PERFECT
This feels so right because it is so right.
The air is crisp and clear. The crowds are jubilant and don’t seem to feel the cold at all. It is a Winter morning in Washington DC and everything suddenly looks cleaner and brighter. Even I feel cleaner and brighter.
Justice at last. The peaceful transfer of power.
The black limosines built like tanks. The smart salutes from obedient Marines in their flawless uniforms. The bunting. The flag that has waved in the Capital air on hopeful and ominous mornings for centuries waves over a glorious day once more.
And at the heart of it all, the tall, impeccably dressed young man with the bronze skin and his cheerful wife. Masters of their domain.....much of it built in another time by people forced to build because of the color of their skin. The color of his skin. And hers.
This feels right for the simple reason that we've lived this amazing day in our minds, in our hearts, many times before. Even in the darkest days, when our hopes were frozen seeds hidden under dirt and snow waiting for spring, we could close our eyes and imagine a day when what could be, what should be...is. Exactly like this real day.
Yesterday, not so much. Tomorrow who knows? When our glow fades, we'll get reminded why we needed this day, and it's euphoria, so badly. War. Poverty. Fear and doubt. Hatred and violence. They all wait lurking in the bushes outside this joyous party. Eventually we'll have to take a deep breath and face them soberly, stoutly.
But at least we'll deal with them knowing now.... that nothing is impossible. The tall young man with the bronze face getting out of the tank-like limo has reminded us of that. Today all the bad things in the world must cower, at least for the moment, in deference to hope. In honor of him.
It feels so right today, on The TV, in the Capital. So drink it in, because you'll remember today forever. And, if you are so inclined, save a smile for yourself. For your imagination, for your hope, for your labor, for your vote. Is this day really happening? Yes it is. How did it come to pass? We dreamed it then made it. We said we can, we will. Yes.... we did.
President Of The United States Of America Barack Obama. It sounds so right.
It feels so perfect.
This feels so right because it is so right.
The air is crisp and clear. The crowds are jubilant and don’t seem to feel the cold at all. It is a Winter morning in Washington DC and everything suddenly looks cleaner and brighter. Even I feel cleaner and brighter.
Justice at last. The peaceful transfer of power.
The black limosines built like tanks. The smart salutes from obedient Marines in their flawless uniforms. The bunting. The flag that has waved in the Capital air on hopeful and ominous mornings for centuries waves over a glorious day once more.
And at the heart of it all, the tall, impeccably dressed young man with the bronze skin and his cheerful wife. Masters of their domain.....much of it built in another time by people forced to build because of the color of their skin. The color of his skin. And hers.
This feels right for the simple reason that we've lived this amazing day in our minds, in our hearts, many times before. Even in the darkest days, when our hopes were frozen seeds hidden under dirt and snow waiting for spring, we could close our eyes and imagine a day when what could be, what should be...is. Exactly like this real day.
Yesterday, not so much. Tomorrow who knows? When our glow fades, we'll get reminded why we needed this day, and it's euphoria, so badly. War. Poverty. Fear and doubt. Hatred and violence. They all wait lurking in the bushes outside this joyous party. Eventually we'll have to take a deep breath and face them soberly, stoutly.
But at least we'll deal with them knowing now.... that nothing is impossible. The tall young man with the bronze face getting out of the tank-like limo has reminded us of that. Today all the bad things in the world must cower, at least for the moment, in deference to hope. In honor of him.
It feels so right today, on The TV, in the Capital. So drink it in, because you'll remember today forever. And, if you are so inclined, save a smile for yourself. For your imagination, for your hope, for your labor, for your vote. Is this day really happening? Yes it is. How did it come to pass? We dreamed it then made it. We said we can, we will. Yes.... we did.
President Of The United States Of America Barack Obama. It sounds so right.
It feels so perfect.
