It was clear and shining, even at half a football field away. The radiance surrounded those two young women, one dark, one pale—Rose Red and Snow White with cropped hair—and it drew my heart to theirs. My friend nudged me, so we slowed as we approached them, seeing and understanding without being told what had happened— we’d witnessed a betrothal. “She said YES!” beamed the blonde, while her darker lover, with the blank shy smile of someone dazed by their own life, showed us the ring. My friend offered to take their photo; fumbling for the phone, the fair-haired one handed it to us, stepped back, and, snug alongside her fiancée, she faced her witnesses, faced the morning, faced their unwritten story to come.