Positively Jubilant

November 7th has been forever cemented in my mind as The Day America Remembered It Was Not A Dictatorship.

I learned the news of the Biden-Harris victory while hiking along a wooded trail in Prospect Park. Although this was a secluded area and I saw no one within eyesight, I nevertheless heard cheers and horns honking in the distance. It took me a few seconds to realize what this must mean: Biden had defeated Trump. I dug my phone out of my shoulder bag and scanned news headlines, which confirmed what I already knew. I let out a whoop of glee, followed by a deep sigh of relief.

Mood in Brooklyn: positively jubilant.