Being in the world of special events, you can't help sit back in awe when a whole city becomes one big venue. And while not every little thing went exactly according to plan (jeez, the oath of office, for cripe's sake!), it will probably go down as one of the most extravagant examples of hoopla in history!
And as I'm feeling a little contemplative, allow me to share one of my favorite poems, which I believe I wrote in someone's journal in the past few days, then coincidentally found as the subject of a drabble in one of the communities where I play. It seems fitting today (and probably every day), and it was written, of course, by the brilliant and aptly named Robert Frost:Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.