I went to the coast and slept on the beach. And in my absence Suniti came and collected her dress. I like to imagine a reunion of sorts. When they first met the dress was just an idea. Simple and pleasant. Over the last month the dress has matured, swelled, filled and become complete. I like to imagine a silent conversation between these two beings. And the dress would say, I can now be yours. And Suniti would say, good, because it is now that I need you. The wedding will take place tomorrow afternoon in a large and grassy backyard behind a small wooden house under the gentle Oregon sky.