Well, my fellow marathoners, we are coming to the end of a rather short but educational and worthwhile journey. Several of us have already submitted our poems for the anthology. When that is done, it is time to take a little rest from our labors. Then the melancholy sets in. That twisting blue note which accompanies me at the end of every event in my life, whether it has gone well or not. I would say that the marathon has gone well. My melancholy includes a grateful warmth to Caitlin and Jacob for putting this event together. They have done a fantastic job. I was also very happy to work with Sangita and Vidya to prepare our poems for the anthology. I hope I will see them again. These are the good memories that create the melancholy. The better the time. all the more bittersweet the ending. And so after I submit my poems this evening for the anthology, I need to go and give myself over to the sweetly painful melancholy that is beginning to wash over me. But before I go, I want to wish you all well and the best of luck in all of your future endeavors, whether they be in writing fiction or nonfiction, novels, essays, poetry or flash fiction. Every piece has a place. It only needs to find its home.