Like This, Like Now

We've attended several weddings in tranquil chapels and charming cathedrals which were followed by elaborate receptions in posh hotels or manicured gardens. Nothing though, comes more naturally than an aisle against the sand, sea and sky. The light came from embers of a sun that's about to rest. White cloth and orchids moved graciously against gentle winds.The waves, washing its hands with the sea came perfect with a tasteful playlist.

The bride herself made the sea-turtle knot on the guest cards. We were privileged to be among brilliant artists, and to see once again - the many people who touched our lives. To be drunk, and in love, and to witness more of love's wonderful unfolding between one friend and another. It all happened while we ate lechon and kare kare for the feast.

The sand took care of our little one, and its as if he understood that he need to be respectful of the ceremony. But truly, he was content with burying his hands and letting the infinite nature of the grains run through his small hands. Whenever asked, he told everyone his name was Sandman.

Our good friend F. hosted and used lines such as lubricated conversations, and H. was asked to deliver a speech where he both told a lovely story and  a subtle political statement to assert gay rights. "Use your freedom to promote ours" he says. We certainly look forward to attending the weddings of our dearest friends.

We spent another day or two at the beach after the wedding."Drinks on me" S. announced while sat in a half-circle facing the sea and the orange of a sunset. P.'s playlist was on via a bluetooth speaker (the natural evolution of speakers) and there was Zero 7, some ambient and some chillout. I often summon the "resolutely floating , aimlessly" feeling when I'm in the shoreline with cold beer in my clenched fist. But this time, I wasn't just happy for myself. I was happy for everyone.

The evening came and sky lanterns were rising up to the sky. We ate the leftovers from the wedding. And we found the perfect time to open the bottle of Patron, which stood in our shelf for so long, waiting for some real, shared joy.

We talked about the sky lanterns we saw flying last night. How Monday morning glittered with gold carved delicately in the water.