The Morning Of

Before dawn they began to stream into the capital on the metro, aboard shuttle buses, on foot crossing the bridges. To find a spot on the mall under the jumbotrons within sight perhaps of the bunting-draped capital. Waiting for the sun to rise. Waiting for this new day finally to begin.

Oh for heaven's sake, you might say. Sappy it might sound to you -- hoping for a new beginning. But all those smiling, streaming people are evidence of something else. And I get tears in my eyes listening to it on the radio.

Now that's sappy.

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