The night air possessed a pointed chill. I only knew this because I saw John before he slipped into Robin’s rental car, teeth chattering and arms huddled close to his body. Fresh snow had fallen on the mountains of Lake Tahoe some time the night prior and as a result, the wind carried the crisp bite of winter when it blew past. October in the mountains. I had not realized, when Victor and I chose the place we would be wed, that white-capped peaks would provide the backdrop to our outdoor ceremony.
It seemed almost magical.
I recall driving up to the resort, fresh from a five hour flight with Victor behind the steering wheel, leading us through winding paths toward our destination. As the snow appeared into view, I marveled over it, grinning at my soon-to-be-husband and making an offhanded comment about snow angels. The corner of his mouth curled upward. He countered with what precisely we would be doing on the ground if such a thing were to transpire.
Needless to say, the shiver running up my spine, then, had nothing to do with the temperature. Read the rest of this entry
