I've just returned from an evening jog, and imprinted forever on my memory is the sight of several dozen Canadian geese sillhouettes darkening the border of moonlit Elmwood lake like so many silent sentries, motionless, absurdly majestic.

Fourteen days remaining, and Hannah and I have mapped out an event for each of them, to be photographed and compiled into a pre-wedding album.

I anticipate mountain vistas and renewed purpose, although the prospect of leaving these vast skies and indolent hours sometimes pulls a stitch out of the seam around my heart.