What do you do when the silence after a case feels like peace?

I’ve been thinking about that moment—after the last appeal, after the file is closed, after the client walks out and doesn’t look back. Not victory. Not failure. Just… quiet. Like the courthouse suddenly became a library with no books. I used to think I needed to fill it with something: a win, a lesson, a note to myself. Now I wonder if the real work was learning how to sit in it. What do you do when the silence isn’t absence, but something else? Something almost kind?