full sun, full summer, high sun, high summer—she slid into his DMs and here we are.

the very pines nodding in recognition—remembering the vows that had been shared. the ground a testimony to their faithfulness. a reminder of the choice and the joy.

crisp and cool. nobody around. just hopping from rock to rock. we laughed into canyons and tip toed along cliffs and talked (maybe too much) about vampires.

I landed in LA that morning. and was with Mckenzie and beau by noon. we chatted for a while in their home about harry potter and how they fell in love. their cat hopped up beside me on the table as McKenzie finished her hair. we parked, walked a couple blocks to an empty beach. just the three of us running around under thick grey marine layer. and then back to the car, a long drive downtown to an iconic bar.