the honey and the moon
we're planning a tour of grand teton and yellowstone.

this is going to be overwhelmingly amazing. eight days of bated breath.

late september.
summer bleeding into autumn.
hazy, soft, late afternoon sunlight casting warmth and shadows and yellowness.
big, big sky lighting one of the most beautiful patches of land in america. vast, pure, ancient, ours.
bison slowly moving into our peripheral vision.
elk swishing by behind us.
dry grass scratching our feet.
mountain reflections invading still lakes.
wildlife and rustling trees punctuating silence and nothingness and everythingness.

our banded fingers intertwining as we practice saying the words "husband" and "wife".