Sunday ruminations, Vorlon edition.
I feel like Sheridan, jumping into the abyss on Z'ha'dum, not knowing what awaits him at the bottom.
I haven't decided yet if this is a good thing or if I'm just being set up for more heartbreak.
What can I say? This season has been amazing so far. Could this be our year? I don't know--but the 'Canes are on a holy mission, and who am I to stand in the way of the gods? It's very strange. I feel quite calm about all of this. Happy, certainly, and of course celebratory--but at the same time I feel myself being carried along by the Hurricanes' aura of "it's worked so far, but we're not out yet."
It's a pretty good feeling. Strange, but good--beauty, in the dark.