This is a picture I did not take

of a portly man with a big white beard who resembled Santa Claus in a business suit, spontaneously dancing with members of a high school marching band in Columbia, South Carolina, on the night of Barack Obama's presidential primary win, the black students with their trombones and tubas, dancing with Santa Claus in a business suit in the deep south, the crowd bursting with explosions of glee like this, small moments in which people were overcome, privately moved, while shoulder to shoulder with strangers, singly and in groups, high-fives that seemed to reach a little bit higher, even jaded members of the press brushing tears from their eyes, so many in the room overcome with emotion while imagining a future America in which a man like Obama just might become President, and his two daughters might run around and play across the White House lawn.