But I'll try.
I wish there was a way to express how this feels. People dancing in the streets last night. Screaming and yelling in joy. People from other countries saying "thank you". To not feel like the most hated people for even a moment. I forgot what that felt like. I forgot that other countries can look at the US with hope in their hearts instead of trepidation.
Yesterday when I went to vote I saw an older African American woman, must have been close to 80. She drove up in a taxi, the driver rushed to help her out and even as he tried to tell her to keep her money she paid him in coins and small bills. Then, with determination, she made the slow crawl with her walker to the polls. I'm pretty sure I know for whom she voted.
I live in a world full of cynicism and sarcasm. I woke up today feeling hope for my country. This man inspires.
This blog will, eventually, return to knitting, theatre and the other random things that make up my life, but today I can find few words to express what it feels like to be part of such a historic and defining moment.