the end?

It's over. Of course, we've thought that before. After Cableman, what could follow?
This time it was Q2: Habitat. We tread the granite for the last time on Sunday--the last time for Q2, anyway. The breeze was fresh, and for a moment I thought I would really sail, flying over the edge, buoyed by my astroturf sail, but it was not to be. Still, the breeze was wonderful after some performances in mug and heat, and one during which we had a brief shower. We huddled under our turf and the audience waited under their jackets until we continued. Carefully, because wet stone is slippery.
The end of a run is always a mixed event. Sad to see it end, but already looking to the next thing, the dancers are leaving, the community members are finally doing some gardening, and everything is back to normal. Sort of. See ya.