What a Beautiful Day for a Revolution

Earlier tonight, I had to take a drive. It'll probably be the last of the season -- an insanely beautiful night, the crown of a lovely autumn day just begging for a bit of flying and singing. Inkubus Sukkubus was playing when a particular line struck a chord:

Her magic is the power of change
She leaves no single thing the same

At 11:00 PM, November 4, 2008, Barack Hussein Obama hit 284 electoral votes to become President-Elect of the United States.

While we're still -- at 1:50 AM -- waiting for that last 1% to finally declare Indiana a blue state in the national race, which I never thought I'd see ... tonight, I have watched in awe from the declaration through McCain's gracious concession speech to Obama's subdued acceptance. This is the first time in my life that I have felt this invested in an election; it's the first time I've watched the speeches with such amazement and relief and pride.

Over the last two years, Mr. Obama has been consistently steady, calm, eloquent, intelligent and inspiring. While no one can expect him to solve the problems of this country overnight, he continues to give us hope that they can be solved. And for that, we are grateful.