the last few months had been pedal to the metal. moving to amsterdam, planning a wedding in america, building an entirely new life together. when their wedding day arrived, the sun peeked through the clouds, the river ran strong, and the mountain snuggled up next to a blanket of clouds. her arms dressed in lace, his suit making friends with the foliage. the whole day felt like the beginning of everything. nothing else mattered but this moment. dancing in a vineyard as the sun dropped down, almost in unison with the roar of music beaming from under the tent. they held their people close, soaked it all in, and walked onto that plane home as a married pair, at last.