Took a mystery train ride into Nashville for the wedding—the whole yard lit with candles in the green afternoon shade, the women in sheer florals and men in skinny ties, letting off lanterns full of good wishes and great cheer. Above the ferns are chrysanthemums and marigolds, frangipani and bowls of oranges everywhere, lucky symbols but the luckiest written on your ring, a forever kind of saying, in code, that you are loved, you live two times over: here, and in someone’s heart.