Simple is beautiful

The light trickled through the trees and danced across the guest’s faces as Alex waited nervously in the woods. Megan approaches, hidden and quiet, through the Post Oak forest and waits for the men to take their places under the pavilion; waits for the moment to be hers. A hush falls over the crowd and the music swells up out of the spot and floats across the fresh canopy of leaves. As she makes her way down the earthen aisle, the sun pours through the opening in the arbor handmade by him and onto the resplendent face of his bride. His eyes; illuminated.

Later, the chatter of the family, gathered for photographs, echoes softly through the woods and across the brilliant green grass. They swap in and out of frame quickly to flash a smile and record a moment. When all is done, the party makes their way up the hill to the lodge. Candle lanterns lead the way along the winding rock path. A young girl, replete with joy runs ahead and in her hurry, loses a shoe.

Back at the lodge, the couple sits on the ivory couch placed in the woods for them as the electric lights glow warm in the summer air above. Their affection is as clear as the night and directed only at one another. Finally the time comes and they enter the lodge as man and wife for all time. The night’s affairs roll on. Drink, food, cake, dance. In the end the light is gone. But the illumination remains.