It’s a strange feeling being here right now, at the center. There’s a certain kind of energy in the air here, right now, where it all began, where it’s all about to happen again. So many stories to hear, so many stories still yet to unfold. I stood on the rooftop tonight, looked out at the lights reflected on the Potomac and wondered. How many have been here and questioned what comes next, worried, what if. I gazed at the Lincoln, the Jefferson, the Washington, and imagined a world at once so very different from today, but yet so eerily similar. I thought of those that have come before and died at the hands of those who disagreed. I dreamed of what I could do, here right now, at the center, then turned, and walked back down.