After the whole exhausting circuit, this is the rare, disarming version: the one that quiets the dread on both sides of the present tense. The performing can stop and the fear can rest, leaving only an astonished gladness to be exactly here with exactly this person.
It is not that the anxieties were solved; they simply went quiet, outvoted by something steadier. You stop bracing for the catastrophe and stop mourning the past, and for once the present is enough to hold your whole attention.
The music finally exhales, warm and unguarded. Open chords, an easy pulse, a groove with nothing to prove and nowhere it would rather be.
This is where the whole forty-part arc comes to rest, after all the yearning, ruin and repair. Play it when you catch yourself, mid-ordinary-moment, quietly amazed at your luck.