An undeservedly warm and blue November day prevails here, and it is as if the thinnest slit of light has pierced through massive and slowly parting steel doors. Metallic scraping and industrial mist. A noise like Dr. Who’s Tardis, then peace, as the dust settles, and we see a way forward. It is (to quote an old cliché) as if a great weight has been lifted off our backs, leaving us free to consider a way to move forward. It’s entirely possible for good things to happen now.