February 12th. A fine day. One I remember well. I remember, reviewing a bit of Dostoyevsky for the lecture that afternoon, that I opened my window to get a whiff of the uncharacteristically warm winter air. The wind carried a sweet, faint smell -- the smell of victory.
I didn't realize it then. I only realized it just now, having had my attentions well away from the long twilight struggle, as I suppose my adversaries, being more invested in it, probably saw it. That they would fall all at once and so silently leaves me a bit unsatisfied, but truthfully I had no plans to do anything more than wait them out.
I'll not bore you with the details. Such trifles have filled many a page here and elsewhere. They don't bear repeating, though repeat they surely will. After all, who's so naive as to believe they won't return one way or another? Or even that they haven't already? Such negativity must inevitably creep into one's mind, even on the most triumphant of occasions...
But let me tell you, dear reader: It was a good day for America. A fine day for freedom. And a superlative day for Democracy.
Update: I see talk in the comments has turned to a couple of seedy characters recently undone by their own seedy natures. I will state, for the record, that I was not involved in the slightest.
Update regarding prior update: None of this, however, should detract from the triumph of the moment.