Friday, August thirty first. We watched the sun rise over Lake Moraine. Mother Nature danced across the landscape with a mixture of colors as the sun rose up and up and up. Brian took a sip of his coffee and leaned his head back to accept the warmth of the sun. I stayed, watching him. Everything about that morning made me feel alive. The smell of the water. The chill against my skin. The breeze as it swept against my cheeks and kissed the clusters of lilac fireweed good morning.   You know, I’m a firm believer in signs. Brian hates when I talk about the universe and what he refers to as the meant-to-be-crap, but I really believe it. If you take the…