We went out to Rhoade Island in early September for Ingrid and Geoff's wedding. The weekend event was held by a small lake in the still deep forest of New England, not far from the sea. We stayed with friends and family in large cabins, taking walks and rowboat rides when the sun was out, hanging out in lounges and rooms when rain was falling. Hanging out led to the invention of a variant of Ingrid and Geoff's favorite sport...the variation coming from the use of rolling chairs to play ultimate as in "Ultimate Deskchair Frisbee" We ventured into downtown Providence to their favorite brewpub, drinking beer being a second favorite sport.
The ceremonies were laced with informality a la Quaker meeting with lots to drink and eat and dance to afterwards. Fireworks above the lake around 3:00 am (was that the conclusion or just a midway point?) 
And yet in my mind's eye, a little girl plays in a playground (was it the brief months we spent in Atlanta?) and an older girl carries the dog Llana around the living room on a pillow on her head. Hmmm...who knows where the time goes. I guess it is all just part of the mathematical dimensions of spacetime. But not getting bogged down in theories, Ingrid and Geoff headed off to Banff to the mountains, lakes and open meadows that they love. May they have many more days, years, and lots of spacetime to engage together those environs. 
