A Big sense of relief Before was drudge. Day after day after day. After a sense of freedom Caught fast in the flow Desperate to cast free Dying to move forward Calling out for a reply Every day For a year Getting nowhere fast Every moment since that snag gave way and the boat came unstuck Feels like walking into fresh air after a musty room, like feeling large soft cool drops of rain after a drought, like the first crack of Thunder after the stifling humid spell before Gone. Great. Glorious and good luck. I for one a glad and grateful that is all over.