This morning, time was changed.
Daylight savings happened this this morning - while we slept.
It's sprinkling. It stops, it starts, the sun takes a peek and retreats. It sprinkles. And it stops.
And despite the ground being wet, the skies ambiguous, the kids on the block are outside, talking about men they admire (an interesting conversation for 10 year old kids), throwing in bits of Spanish they know (they're Caucasian English speakers) - and they're laying on the grass.
This is a sign. A good sign.
Things have been uncertain, at times ambiguous and downright frightening, but it's all gonna be good - I breathe - I have hope that next Wednesday will be a Wednesday very well spent.
The universe is screaming Change. This year is about more than us - it's about the planet that sustains us, and we can only do right by it if we change. And this year is the beginning. This is the beginning of fundamental changes; if we are going to be the country we were meant to be, we have to start now. I feel like the last two hundred plus years have been dress rehearsal - Tuesday will tell us, and the rest of the world, what we are really made of, our truest self, our view of humanity. I believe that Wednesday there will be a collective sigh of relief.
Right now I'm thinking about kids, years from now, when those of us here today will be gone, little boys and girls sitting on someones lawn, talking about men and women they admire - about all the people who stepped up, who were part of the revolution for humanity. While the Republicans slept, rested on their laurels and hubris, this quiet revolution took shape. People saying enough. And its day has come.
I'm imagining that they will have cleaner air, a nicer planet and they will utter Barack Obama's name as someone they admire - talk about that time in history when things started changing for the better.
I like this image.
The sun is out, and birds just started singing. This is good.
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