Sitting alone in my office, watching the initial inaugural coverage on CNN's website, I am awestruck by the size of the crowd in D.C., and wishing I was there.
Walking past Cornell's McGraw tower precisely at noon, hearing the bells chime the hour more loudly and clearly than I've ever heard before, I become acutely aware of the moment of transition from an administration I am completely ashamed of to one that I am very hopeful about.
Listening to Obama's inaugural address in the car in a downtown parking garage, I gaze outward at a sea of fluffy white snowflakes drifting down from the frigid gray sky, as as he quotes George Washington: "Let it be told to the future world that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive, that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet it."
Eating lunch in my favorite local bar, packed with smiling people who have come in from the cold to watch the inaugural coverage, I can't help but laugh as they shout and applaud uproariously when the television screens show Bush flying away from the White House in a helicopter.
I am feeling like I am home again, after being away for far too long.
