So, when █████ and I were in Utah a week ago, we went hiking on Mount Timpanogos on a trail called Timpooneke. I stopped to tie my shoe by a tiny waterfall, and I found not one but two four-leaf clovers:

█████ had a copy of Jonathan Franzen's The Corrections in her pack, which turned out to be more than suitably large and dense for pressing the clovers in until we returned to civilization.

Today may be the wrong holiday for it, but what the heck, the world's upside-down anyway. Happy Halloween.