I made my way back one snail's step at a time. Figured after everything that's happened, a bit of a breather would do me much good - and what better way there to unwind than with a literal stroll through the park on the way back?
Unsurprisingly, I wasn't the only one who needed a second. There wasn't a single conversation piece I've inadvertently overheard that didn't talk about the award-winning stage performance in the sky.
Everyone was intoxicated, drunk with astonishment so deep and poignant, the twinkle and shine in their eyes a far ways away from any form of sobriety to point that - say, if a unicorn suddenly appeared out of thin air, rainbows, horns and all, I doubt that poor horse could even garner a fraction of the interest that Ria had build up.