The Last Long Look.

Hot tonight. Another closing party going on upstairs. I attended briefly, but they have a cat, and I'm just too allergic.

I say goodbye only to people I don't expect to see again. I don't say goodbye to theatre people. I know I will see them again. We are just too small a community. We like each other (mostly) too much. Some of us actually live fairly close to each other... elsewhere.

One last show. One final Cyrano... then mad packing (and by definition) unpacking, later. One last closing party. One kiss to the wind. One last long look backward.

And now the future. Looking forward. Wondering and full of hope and looking forward.