The Light Could Shine

We were eating breakfast with my mom, when I grabbed my phone.  My friend from Cypress, Sezgi, who had been following the race as close, if not closer than I was, announced that Biden had won.  It's true.  I learned Biden won from Cypress.  All day long, cars driving down East Washington would erupt into honking (happy honking, not angry honking).  Around our capital, people came to yell and shout and celebrate.  A neighbor told me it was the same on Williamson Street (where many favored restaurants and Willy Street Co-op reside).  Then, as I read to Zibbi in bed, a blue firework exploded right outside her window.  Here's what my friend Windy sent me this morning, from the Washington Post, 

"Biden's election allowed this country to laugh, to dance and breathe.  He cracked open a space where the light could shine through.  Indeed, his victory caused people to weep in joyful relief as they became aware of the heaviness that had afflicted their

hearts, after they'd suddenly been relieved of it."  

We still have much to do to create the country we desire.  These four years has uncovered the continual injustices that many citizens face.  Now with a new leader, it's not only the hope that maybe we can do something, anything to stop the spread of this deadly virus.  It's not only hoping we can eradicate at least some of the racism and misogyny that has been celebrated.  It is that we CAME together.