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I'm in Montreal for the wedding of an old friend's son. We're at a beautiful lakeside resort just outside the city, the weather... perfect... dappled clouds, warm sunshine glistening off the breeze-driven ripples, temperature in the mid-70's. Ideal to put smiles and optimism in the hearts and minds of the bride, groom, and the guests of the approaching nuptials. All's right with the world. Problem is, that was yesterday. Today, a cool breeze blows a pounding rain across my terrace, and into the heart of the bride, her mother, and the wedding photographers.

Trapped inside, I'm reading the Sunday Times which seems to have an inordinate number of articles today about couples who continue to thrive as creative forces after the romance, and gravitational forces, have ebbed. Another article talks about a Greek tragedy, "The Bacchae," by Euripides, that is "partly about human powerlessness in the face of irrational gods."

Long ago, someone sympathetic to the plight of the bride on a rainy wedding day, said that it is good luck when it rains on your wedding day. Couples who can no longer co-exist on one level, but see a greater good, beat on against the current to create, conquer, prevail, or just usher a younger version of themselves into the world.

The world is a maddening place, be it personal, familial, or business, but there is always a greater good, and a version of happiness and prosperity to be found if one has the vision, resilience, and desire to make it so.

Hey it's raining. I could have gone to the bar.