That's it.

That's the feeling.

I've been trying to describe it all day. The closest I had come was after the Good Friday Agreement, but that wasn't quite right

This is Berlin. https://twitter.com/MarkHertling/status/1325241574268280835

I remember watching the Berlin Wall come down on TV. I was 9 years old and my parents put me in front of the TV and told me to watch, that history was happening.

I sat on the trunk at the foot of my parents' bed, watching on their 10" TV as people climbed the wall.

They shook and rocked it. The picture was grainy (Dad ended up holding the rabbit ears to get a better signal) but the color and utter JOY came through

I was DELIGHTED to see a bit of Keith Haring's art amongst the graffiti -- I'd recently learned about him thanks to Clarissa

(of Clarissa Explains It All) and was VERY into his art. As much as a 9yo can be, at least.

But the thing that really stuck in my mind was how, when sections of the wall fell, you would see a cacophony of color on one side and plain cement on the other.

I knew about the Cold War. I knew some of the stories (and propaganda). But the gut-punch visual of color and joy vs... nothing... was a hell of a thing.

And seeing the joy spill over and cross that border was indescribable. Dorothy opening the door to Oz.

Tomorrow, the work begins anew. We have rubble to clear away and decades of healing ahead of us. Some things can never be mended. This nation needs to *change.*

But tonight, we are helping strangers up on top of the wall so that we can tear it down together.