Dear Noah,
I have been remiss with the journal of late, involved in preparations for my daughter's wedding. I will be away a week or more, as I must travel far north.
We are so looking forward to the celebration--a small wedding beside an ancient, deep blue lake high in the mountains. May it only be cooler there than here these past few days!
You know how poorly I travel, Noah. I must harness all my strength for the trip. Still, I promise to take notes and catch up a bit upon my return.
Oh joy! I can't wait to tell you all about it.
May you and the village be at peace,
Rose
