So I’ve descended the mountain and have landed somewhere back in the middle of my life. My head hurts. I need water. And sleep. The last thing I need to do is write, yet writing this is the first thing I feel compelled to do. I’m in the airport right now, but I still feel like I’m at Bread Loaf. This experience has inhabited me in such a wonderful way—haunted me, really—and I hope I’ll continue to feel this for awhile. I could ramble for pages about the experiences, the insights, and most importantly the people (and I will), but for now I’d just like to thank everyone that organized, attended, participated in, otherwise took part in the animation of Bread Loaf. I hope your experience was as rich and fulfilling as you helped make mine. You all are wonderful, and I’m thinking fondly of you.