I spend the rest of the day in a haze of... I don't know any other word for it, in a haze. Some kind of enchantment. I walk from place to place. Listen to what flows into my ears. Make a note or a sketch every now and then, but I'm too flushed to get a handle on it. I meet people who are friendly and share food. Stand among singers who excite each other. Join the line in front of the circus tent without knowing what's coming.