Your mind was somehow vacuumed.
The gas pedal was stepped on, and for a couple of hours you just drove.
Not thinking, not assuming, you are too absorbed into the new.
And you get here, step out of your cockpit and look around.
The low charcoal clouds you left behind are being lighted by the sun that is almost waiting for you to settle down.
Your conscience is liberated at last.
Sitting in the grass, with your back leaned against the tree, with the coat aside and shoes abandoned somewhere around, you know.
Yes, the choice was a good one.
Now it’s only up to you to make the most of it.