Easter Monday is one of my least favorite days of the year. There's nothing wrong with the day itself, and there is some consolation to be found in being a member of a congregation where there is a service on Easter Monday so that I don't have to go cold turkey from daily worship during Holy Week to the normal once or twice a week.
But the let down is there. It's now another entire year until Easter. It's 10 1/2 months until Lent begins the march toward the Garden of Gethsemane and Golgotha and ultimately the empty tomb. And even though each Sunday is a little Easter, the focus isn't quite a sharp as it is during Holy Week.
The Easter Vigil this year was one of the most beautiful services hat I have ever seen. And the sermon was simply fantastic. When it is posted to the website I'll post a link. The mingled smell of lilies, incense, and the building itself was, as Bethany said, the smell of Easter. We were wishing we could bottle it.
SO yes, a little blue. But under the faint sorrow is the deeper joy. He is risen!