Under one archway, a very long conversation
We met sheltering from a sudden spring rain beneath the same stone archway, both late for somewhere else. Neither of us made it to where we were going. Six years, two apartments and one very patient dog later, we're going back to the city where it started.
We would love for you to spend a slow, music-filled weekend with us — good food, a short ceremony, and a long night of dancing.
“Come as you are, stay for the second line.”