There's something that struck me as very poignant in the image of the empty frames lining the walls of the West Wing (well done, David Nakamura/WP). The "ghostly" quality of the empty frames prompts the mind to refill them with memory. It is hard to say "goodbye" to an exceptional president and his exceptional family. It will never be hard to recall them.
(Damn everyone seems so young there. Those little girls became young women before our eyes.)
The trust and affection of the Obama/Biden partnership always seemed unforced, natural, a real "friendship goals" situation.
To Seneca Falls
In times of laughter
I don't know where we are going from here,
but it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
It was a great trip, but every trip has to end. But I commend Obama for his accomplishments, and look forward to what he might do in the future.