Turned off the depressing news not long after turning it on and replaced it with Van Morrison and danced around the house putting flowers together this morning. Packed up the flowers with hot water bottles safely in totes. Discovered a low tire, solved with the magical air compressor. Went to the friendliest post office in America was told by the post woman I am funny and always make her laugh. Drove an hour in a beautiful beast of a truck. Pulled over half a dozen times to let those in a hurry pass. Turned down Glacier Park Road. Curve after curve I wondered what I would find at the end. A family of buildings most still in progress, Alaska style. She opened the gate and said two more miles to the building he will meet you there with the snow machine. Flashback to when life had me on a snow-machine daily parts of the year. I noticed how warm the sun felt waiting. Hopped in the sled with two strangers and off we went. Photographer had a beaming smile to warm your soul and her husband looked familiar. Played our game with such foreign items in this beautiful place. The guide complimented the spruce in the bridal bouquet. Model started to freeze time to pack up. Some of these strangers no longer feeling like strangers. Made it home just before dark. Filled the wood box made a fire and a drink. Van Morrison the Healing Game is permeating the house again. Back at the dining room table finishing wedding bids. “Sometimes we cry” he sings. No crying tonight.