Untitled.

We are heading to the mountains this weekend for a wedding. We will be staying very near where we got engaged a few weeks ago, and the main event will take place at one of our favorite spots, where dear friends of ours wed last fall in a joyous and memorable celebration. I am very much looking forward to this excursion, which takes us to beautiful places filled with happy memories.

The weekend promises to be ideal for mountain-going. The weather is suddenly glorious and the foliage heartbreakingly vivid. The bride and groom will be treated to sunshine and warmth on a day they were fully prepared to see blanketed with snow.

In my newly-affianced state, I am particularly looking forward to this wedding. I always love such events, and while I often conclude that my own wedding would be very different from the ones I attend, for years I have filed away details and ideas and special touches for possible future reference. Suddenly, the reference is actual and immediate, and I expect I will view this wedding through an entirely different lens than I might have several months ago.

Also, despite the madness of recent days, I am in an oddly peaceful and introspective place at the moment. I'm not entirely sure what has precipitated this letting-go and turning-inward, but I became aware of it just as I emerged from the fog surrounding the brief I filed earlier today. The past few weeks have found me distracted, scattered, and alternately glowing with the excitement of good things to come and panicking over the details and dollars that must precede them. But somehow or another, many of the biggest and scariest pieces have slipped into place, leaving me with a growing sense of peace, a feeling of right-ness, and a certainty that whatever lies ahead, it will (as Steve keeps telling me) be OK.