bathing in the rush of history

i have lived through several presidents, with their accompanying bland inaugurals, their terms sometimes forgotten.

the things that linger; tragic assasination, blatant dishonesty, rank ineptitude. always compared to some of the great leaders of our past, and some of the scoundrels.

my coworkers and i sat, watching a man, a nation, take a walk into the history books, path uncharted, destination unknown.

will this be like cinderella at the ball, shoes off, glitter gone. alone with the chore before her?

as commentaries drone on, our new president looks into the blank slate he must write on, to insure america's future