It's the strangest feeling in the world: knowing we're free but not being able to go out and exercise it.

Our hearts are bursting with joy, yet our feet are planted firmly on the ground out of sheer prudence.

It's a restrained joy, a happiness that burns but can't be shown because the structure that oppressed us is still there, wounded and dangerous.

Our true freedom will begin when the street ceases to be a threat and becomes a home again. For now, we must celebrate in our hearts.