Monday, April 19, 2010
The photographer was still following her, capturing the last of the light and her sillouette as she walked along. Occasionally she would stop and look back over her shoulder smiling at the camera.
This had been her day. And the last thing was to have these moments of magic captured by the camera. Her new husband watched as she twirled and danced in the sand. He had shed his tuxedo for some casual clothes and his pants were rolled up as he walked barefoot in the sand following behind his bride.
On a moment's whim she sat down in the sand. She arched her neck as the sea streamed toward her, washing over the dress. The groom was beside her and they both laughed and kissed each other. Two adults succumbed to the spontaneity of the sea, playing like children without a care in the world at that moment.
I hope that many years later she will take out the dress, now yellowed with age, smooth its creases with her old hands and find a few sand grains that remind her of that carefree moment in the surf on her wedding day.