Stretching

The hardest thing about wonderful events is that after all the planning and waiting and excitement, when they are all over, there is sometimes a sort of let down.

There is the long drive home. The dressy clothes are all brushed off and put away. My world returns to Normal. Illinois that is, where I live.

No more dreams of beautiful music and champagne. Well, that's not true. There are dreams, but now they are of a past, not future, event.

Pictures help. I look at them and remember all the sweetness of that day. I think that is one reason I love taking pictures. By the time I edit them, rearrange them, post them, talk about them and look at them a thousand times, I have stretched that day out a long way.

Now I keep going to Facebook to read comments and see who else is looking at pictures. That stretches it out even more.

It's hard to let go of lovely times.