THE inauguration

This morning I put up a post, one I had written days ago in the event I should find myself with a blank mind some morning, but while I waited for my toast to pop in the break room I noticed the neatly folded newspaper with a historic picture on the front and realized I don't have a blank mind, I have something to say.

I am beyond excited about Barack Obama's inauguration today.

Driving into work I ran into some traffic which never happens because I take quiet side streets for most of the commute. Getting frustrated with the long wait, I did a quick detour which brought me to the bottom of a hill overlooking the river and the Minneapolis skyline. What I saw made me gasp out loud and slam on the breaks, luckily no one was behind me. Staring with my mouth hanging open I wished there was someone there to see what I saw seeing: the sunrise behind me was perfectly, brilliantly reflected on the glass and made it seem like the city was made of flames. I thought, "It looks like a magical city, like Oz. No, like Camelot!" After a few minutes of gawking I continued on my way, the sight still burning in my eyes.

This morning every city in America is being lit on fire with the prospect of hope and a fresh start, a new way of thought and the rebuilding of our country; perhaps our generation's Camelot. Will Obama be able to solve all of our problems? No, but I do believe that his inauguration is the end of one era and the beginning of the next.

In a few hours the United States will have her first African-American president and I, for one, am honored to witness this piece of history.