Perspective: Sitting on a Cloud
The day after the dinner and dance at the ORC, I was literally bounding around, bolstered by the jubilant energy of the whole event. Granted, I was extra smiley that day, but it was diminished by a slight from a person who said, “Aha. You’re on a pink cloud. Just wait for what comes next,” followed by a knowing smirk. He had the same patronizing tenor I had heard before from others, with just a dash of bitter pessimism added in as though he were waiting for my bubble to burst.