I went out today with the same feeling, but also a rather lovely comprehension of age. What life was ten years ago, how it is different now. What will the next decade bring? Can we bring ourselves to our senses? Can we even think anymore? Certainly age brings something, some melancholia for certain.
I went down the White Horse, life begins again, the dancers danced, and to be honest, I'm glad the so-called celebrations are over.