Recording to me

Previously

…I leaned against a lamppost. Two weeks. It was insane. But it was also exactly what we had been working toward. "I'll need the team," I said. "Everyone." "You have them. And you have me. We'll make it work." I hung up and stared at the sky. The clouds were parting, revealing a pale blue. I thought of Don Quixote again, charging at the windmills. But this time, the windmill wasn't just turning. It was generating power. I started walking home, my steps quicker than before. There was a proposal to write, a school to partner with, a city to convince. And somewhere, a retired teacher and a therapist were waiting for my call. I smiled. The ideal was becoming real. And I was ready to climb.