I sit here and write this as I gaze upon my LCD TV in all it's high definition goodness, watching colorful, hopeful, and impressive views that our digital television infrastructure brings us. The scenes of hope and bright colors; red, white, and blue, are of the inauguration of the 44th President of the United States of America, Barack Obama.
These scenes take place in our capital city of Washington D.C., the design of which intends to strike awe and respect into the hearts and minds of the visitors that tread upon it's marble, concrete, and stone. And awe, it does strike. I have visited our capital more than once, but 10 times that number would not suffice to instill the importance in history this nation holds, the mark upon time the United States has etched, nor the course of events that led to the creation of this free republic. Among these scenes, men who have wielded the power of this nation, three former presidents stood and greeted one another in the halls of our Capitol building while outside, stood as many as two million fellow Americans. A citizens of a country whose ideals have been the real shot heard round the world.
Today, a man was inaugurated. A man. A free man, and a member of this republic. Beyond the controversy, the campaigning, and the election, the highest office of this country was transitioned peacefully to a new administration and a different citizen of this nation. If that fact does not instill hope in the bleakest of American hearts, I don't know what will.