By the time 8:30 rolled around, there was standing room only, as eyes watched C-SPAN on two of the three screens (one projector blew early on) in the room. Except for the poem, which I Felt was rather empty and poorly delivered by its author, the entire ceremony was magical. The excitement in the air, both on-screen and in the board room, was so thick you could taste it.
About a third of the way through Obama's speech, before the "yes we can" turnaround, I imagined him getting through the end of the "we face turbulent times," which seemed to stretch on for quite a while, then saying "...is bad, and is not likely to get better. Thank you, Washington! You've been great! Good night!" It wasn't his best speech, but it was certainly in the top 5.
Welcome to the era of hope.