After midnight and many are celebrating. People yelling out their balconies around the block. I followed the honking horns up to Peachtree Street where cars were streaming up and down, honking horns, a lot of joy to share around. I came back home and rounded up H.o.p. and Marty and we three returned to Peachtree and walked down to Peachtree and Ponce De Leon where we joined up with a group of celebrators.
It was good. It was just what was needed. It was just what *I* needed following up eight years of hell, weeks of extreme anxiety and finally tears of relief following Obama’s speech.
People came and went, all shouting and celebrating. We hugged. The cars streamed by honking. They stopped at the stop light and there was in communion chanting of…
O-bam-a!
No More Bush!
Yes we can!
We did it!
One nation!
Over and over. The light turned red. The cars stopped. There was chanting and dancing around the cars with Obama signs held high (police came and went with a blind eye) and people reached far out of cars in their enthusiasm and I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much welcoming eye contact ever in my life time everyone seeking to connect with every face and share in the joy. The light turned green. The cars drove on and honked and honked. The cars stopped at the light and we chanted and there was scarcely a car without a camera recording the jubilation.
I didn’t take along my camera. Marty had encouraged me to but I figured I wouldn’t get a good shot and really all I wanted to do was celebrate.
Georgia may have come out red but it wasn’t red on Peachtree. And there wasn’t a frown out there. I haven’t seen so much good feeling.
H.o.p. waved and chanted and he loved every second.
We each enjoyed the presence of *all* of us.
“So, this is a historic night,” H.o.p. said as we walked home. “This is a once-in-a-life-time event!”
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