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.
Case in point - a drone horse was now trampling and frolicking across the barren night sky with its buzzing hooves and yet some poor diligent programmer's piece of code went mostly ignored by the masses.
