Recording to me

Previously

…I took a breath. Then I typed a reply: "Thank you, Councilwoman. We will prepare the proposal and look forward to presenting to the committee." I hit send before I could second-guess myself. The first workshop had been a success. The youth track was a leap. And somewhere in the digital ether, Dulcinea was watching—not as an ideal, but as a reminder that the most beautiful code is the one that actually runs. Tomorrow, I would start writing the next module. But tonight, I let myself feel the fear and the hope, side by side, like two variables in the same equation. The windmill was still turning. And I was still tilting.