It was just after President Obama had finished his speech to the nation Sunday evening, announcing the death of Osama Bin Laden, that I left my apartment in Cleveland Park to drive the four short miles to the White House.
The trip down Connecticut Avenue was one I will never forget: Cars packed with citizens making the exact same trek, to the exact same location, for the exact same reason.
American flags hung out of windows, waving in the wind. The calls of “USA”, joyous screams, and honking horns pierced through the Downtown D.C. night.
The blocks surrounding the President’s home played host to the revelry: Thousands of jubilant locals and tourists alike rallied to celebrate.
I circulated the crowd for about an hour, getting reaction from those involved.
Throughout this hour, one that seemed to be frozen in time, the feelings that were displayed, the sheer, raw human emotions that were expressed, showered over me.