Exit, Phase Three: The Flight

Goodbye Old World. It's been a long three and a half years. When we arrived it was bitter cold and raining and the sky was slate gray. Today is hot and humid and the sun is bright and full of power. "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player..." Etc, etc. "Signifying nothing."

Have you ever cried while running? Strange. I felt like flying. I did not stumble.

Well, then, as the wise-beyond-his-years Laurent Adler said last weekend just before diving into a heaping pile of tartiflette: "See you on the other side."