The air was "crisp", the kind of crisp that tells you to go to an pumpkin patch for a hayride and apple cider.  Every stroll outside was accompanied by the rustling of leaves, that had mostly already blown off of the trees at the lovely Breezy Point Resort, that would race past and around your feet as the wind swirled them up and down the lanes throughout the grounds The reeds along the sandy beaches were a mix of green and brown and still lush enough to sway in the breezy, but with that cracking of their brown tips in the wind's gusts.

It was just the kind of weather where a bride wants to cuddle up to her groom to stay warm.

That's what Lea and Jared did.  It was beautiful.