My housemate and I made pancakes to watch the inauguration. My housemate is a libertarian too cynical to vote; I supported Obama with misgivings even as I did so, and no expectation that he would change the world.
Watching Yo Yo Ma and Yitzhak Perelman play Aaron Copeland's quintessentially American pice, both of us are borne up by the beauty of it. I admit to feeling a few moist drops tugging at the corner of my eye. I am rooting for Obama to succeed, and if he does, I will look back happily on this moment as a promise of better things to come. And if he doesn't, I will look back wistfully on that one moment when everything seemed all right.