Where were you when it happened? When it felt like everything changed?
Were you curled up somewhere in your living room, a blanket over your knees?
Were you in a public square at 4am, squeezed up against the shoulders of strangers? Or, maybe, you were there, in the wide open hand of the stadium; one face in a small flourish of green and gold that, in a blink, filled up the horizon of the whole world?
