spring is well on her way, new and green and touching everything.

and now sarah and eduardo and their words embedded in the bricks of jackson square.

and when I left, I knew them. And I saw their lives so rich and full and their joy in abundance while the world was on pause.

and the tears that watered the ground during those sacred vows seeped forever into that red rock canyon. and water has a memory and the land bore witness and will remember.