Thank you Laynie, thank you Gail, thank you everyone here.
I'm so impressed with this place.
It's so beautiful.
I'll start with an Emily Dickinson riff.
"Come go with me out to the field,
to look upon the rose, whose glow remembers
once the sun gave garnets for her clothes.
Whose crimson cadence soon will stop, the music of the spheres
won't cease, but barely register a fraction of Earth's years.
While light still vibrates on our brow, the subtle minutes
drag, the fly is droning with the bee, outer bodies flag."