Dancing prettily between the vandalised metal barriers in the moonlight, hoping that I could forget my troubles for just an instant (while worrying that someone would see me and think I’m a ghost, or madwoman).
Praying, crying, praying again.
Remembering the verse Gerry sent: “Cast your cares on the Lord, and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous fall.”
And then back to training. To try and face the friends I had abandoned for the past hour with whatever scraps of dignity I had remaining.