You may not need me tell you how it felt to stand street-side, shoulder to shoulder with 1500 neighbors carrying signs we each made from poster board, dowel rods and duct tape. You may not need me describe the pleasure of walking through a joyful crowd, occasionally asking pardon as I squeeze past an inflatable chicken, two rubber duckies, a few friendly dinosaurs and an honest-to-God Uncle Sam.

Can there be a name for the feeling of pride one gets from being one person among so many people waving at cars that honk in spontaneous expressions of appreciation and support as they drive past? Gratefully receiving something like 25 horn blasts of approval against every lonely middle finger lifted.

I needn’t tell you. You probably know. There were something like seven million of us standing in the streets of our cities, counties and towns.

A friend texted late morning: It’s so incredible. I can’t stop crying.

I know this feeling. This feeling of being in a body and that body being in solidarity with a bunch of other bodies all wanting the same thing. Enough is enough. No bad faith debates. No shitposts or subtweets. No flame wars.

This feeling is the final fatal fumes of Facebook leaving my veins. This feeling is IRL democracy.