Friday morning and things are beginning to blur. My brain can only absorb so much information. Copious notes and a rewrite on Monday when I'm back at the office will allow a more thorough reflection on the week.
Views from almost every window of the hotel seem to reveal another odd view of Denver. The weather has been wonderful. Snow back in Pennsylvania. It has to be gone by the time my plane lands.
A walk after the conference to let the swirl of the day dissipate. Scooters are everywhere. At 6:30pm the downtown is rather quiet. I could ride my Vespa here.
A last picture before going to dinner. Pegasus reminds me of the sense of power and freedom riding can deliver. Not horsepower -- a power of reflection, a recognition of life. On the road, alone, and with my thoughts, I can appreciate what parts of destiny are beyond control and what parts aren't.