From Riot to Revelry at the Intersection of Change

I woke up this morning, my throat dry from singing and yelling in the streets last night. I woke up with an unbridled joy, and though I'd only fallen asleep five hours earlier, I was more awake than I've felt in a long time. My first urge was to run back to the street, to continue dancing with strangers, hugging the person closest to me.