To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.
Above us, outlined against the brilliant sky, dragons crowded every available perching space on the Rim. And the sun made a gold of every one of them.
It is time to end a story that began in sorrow and ordeal and has ended in a deep and lasting happiness. May it be so for others.