begin again

Yesterday I watched the Inauguration on the big screen in the library's basement, sitting next to one of my favorite librarians. She's a favorite because she's pushing 60 and she's fussy and she's the principal cellist in my community orchestra and because she tells me I'm a bright spot. I found the whole process riveting—the pomp, the brilliance, the rhetoric, the stumbles, the hope—but I couldn't sit still. I was glad the lights were low and no one was sitting close enough to me to mind how fidgety I was. My head was fully immersed in the images and sounds on the screen, but my body was trying to be everywhere else at once.