A gust of wind hit him in the face. The temperature outside had dipped below a comfortable threshold. He didn’t seem to notice. His fingers grasped the cold metal barn door handle. His gaze was down and focused. Wills’s bride was behind this door. The rest of the world melted away as he heaved it open to reveal Nichole. In that moment when he lifted his eyes to meet hers, time stopped and every anxiety was swept away with the wind. He stepped into the warmth of the barn. An orange glow of warmth swirled around their embrace enhanced by Nichole’s delighted laughter. There would be no tears for them, only joy and excitement.