A hush descended over town Sunday night after the southbound exodus of hours prior.
Blinking locals emerged like moles from hidey-holes to survey the post-National Cherry Festival aftermath.
They ambled along unhurried sidewalks, smiling at each other, licked ice cream cones, stopped in shops, made spur-of-the-moment decisions to slide into an empty booth at a downtown restaurant.
Because they could.
We love our town and enjoy showing it off for the hundreds of thousands of visitors who stream into our open, hospitable arms.
Overnight, the energy and good-time vibe skyrockets, and the world — entertainment, exhibits, visitors from afar — comes to us.
There’s always weather-related fun to recall. This year, Mother Nature made her presence known with short bouts of rain and wind that canceled a few things like Saturday’s fireworks show and the shuffleboard tournament.
High water levels — and up to 8 inches of standing water under Murchie Bridge — rerouted the course for the 2019 Festival of Races.
We’ll never forget the kids swimming on the submerged boat ramp, and splashing on the sidewalks at the air shows.
Cherry Fest gives us a chance to re-fill our festival lemonade cups, exhibit our pit spitting prowess, see if we beat our personal best times at one of the running races (or race to the bottom of a piece cherry pie), plus support the numerous people we know participating in the multitude of events.
But the aftermath is nice, too, when our volunteers, organizers and business owners get a chance to get out on the lake for a little well-earned rest.
This Cherry Fest was one for the books. Now we have time to read it.