It's quite a different nation this morning.

And how I first knew last night? It wasn't the early prediction from my manager, "I'm pretty sure Obama won," nor the reports coming in over the radio as eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten o'clock rolled around.
It was the whoops of joy from men riding their bikes up and down streets for the sole purpose of letting all the tension of the past years out; it was unbroken stream of car horns through Dupont and celebratory "Obama!"s that broke the air at every stop when the bus doors opened; it was pyrotechnics in Columbia Heights and the smiles from passengers who felt less like strangers. It was pure parading in the streets by people who learned again what it was to believe in something.

We're waking up now, America...