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.

and rowen, the soft light at the center of it all. we learned she really loves trees. and that ferry rides supply the best naps. and that when you’re with people you love things are easy.

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.

the kind of clouds you dream about and want to drift away on. the kind of rain that’s so thin and misty it settles like a fog. and all the greens sang to life and those tender touches and hand brushes and laughs and heart pounds—those things just magnified times a million because good glory that soft, hazy, autumnal light. that’s not a sentence but it’s how i felt.

the sweetest cleanest spills of light and the brightest room and we laughed a whole freaking bunch and margot just kept dreaming away. all in a silvery afternoon.