From Riot to Revelry at the Intersection of Change

I woke up this morning, my throat dry from singing and yelling in the streets last night. I woke up with an unbridled joy, and though I'd only fallen asleep five hours earlier, I was more awake than I've felt in a long time. My first urge was to run back to the street, to continue dancing with strangers, hugging the person closest to me. My second urge was to try and put words to the emotions of last night, to the unbelievable presence of pride in my country and fellow citizens -