Seventy years had passed since the last building was razed. The multitude of paths laid for the iron dragons to converge upon the valley were stitches upon the land where the town had been. But the dragons had not been seen here for seven years, for there was no reason for them to come from where they'd been, nor for them to go where they'd went. This land, to all, was dead and forgotten.

But the land was indeed alive; and seeing it was alone, began to have new ideas.

Six years and 5 days ago, in Brunswick, Maine, on a bridge over the mirror-smooth Androscoggin River, I finally admitted to myself that I wanted to be with this girl I'd met through a work colleague. We'd become inseparable and I'd been in denial about my feelings for her and the signals she was clearly also sending.

I came back to Pittsburgh and on this day, 6 years ago, I finally told her how I felt.

Happy anniversary, @drquuxum - my stars over Mount Washington.