The road is puddled and slick from a night of rain. Richard will report in tenths of inches, but the standing water is confirmation. Without a dramatic sunrise I slept till 7. The sleep was delicious with restful dreams, a relief after two nights of turmoil. Transition always asks its due. It doesn’t matter if you are moving toward your hearts desire; a toll is paid. I paid in dreams of tidal waves and firings and everything turning its back on me, but now I think my balance sheet is level and I am truly here.
