Maybe I'm a big sentimental sap. Or maybe it's because I have been staying up way too late reading Rumi poems, and now I'm tired and over-caffeinated. Or maybe because it's Friday. Or, who even knows what. I have zero words. I fail and flounder with description each time. But I do know there is so much goodness here, in these beautiful people. We can be the light, the warmest glow in the darkest places. April and Andrew are lanterns. Their lights are among the brightest I have ever seen.
Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense. -Rumi
Thanks for second shooting this one, Mariah!