Happily.
It’s the orthogonal thoughts that caught my eye, so to speak.
The trees still stand. I mean, the town still stands – apart from one tent in the very middle of the pedestrian area, I saw no more campaigning.
Yes & No placards reside side by side, as do their representatives, chatting together outside the polling station.
The Church is open for business, contemplation, prayer, stillness.
Now to sit back and wait patiently. Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere.
Now, who’s going to clean up all the litter?