A Night in Late August

Last night belonged to the two of them.

There is always a moment, on days like these, when the noise softens and everything settles — when it sinks in that it is really happening, that everyone came, that this is where the rest of it begins. Last night that moment arrived as the sun went down behind the vines.

Congratulations to you both. May the years ahead be as generous as last night was, and come back whenever you feel like it.