It’s over. And I am at a loss for words. Both ecstatic, and saddened.
Riding to work this morning, along West Street through West Oakland, the air had that lovely early autumn chill to it, there were leaves on the ground, little kids were off to school. And, all in all, the world hadn’t changed that much. Now I’m at the office. And I need to get ready for class later this afternoon, and look through my inbox for all the other things that have piled up over the weekend.
It’s over. And life goes on.
Once all this processes, expect more.
It’s over. And now the real work begins.