From far away,
a white gazebo stood in the middle of the field,
wrapped with gold light bulbs
in the way of how you would wrap a long ribbon
around a Christmas present.
The bursts of light were draped around the roof,
in an almost upwards spiral motion
some, naturally falling from the sides.
Inside, more of these lights were hung
almost in perfect lines, smiling gently from one column to the next.
Running through the grass field,
a pathway led to the gazebo
- a plain canvas, splashed with a myriad colours,
Like a Pollock.
On each side of the path, a dozen or so spotlights
lined up like little soldiers saluting to everyone who walked past
And as the spotlights shone on the surface,
shadows in the shape of flowers, blossomed on the canvas.
For a few minutes the guests would feel as though
they were a part of an art installation, and
that they were walking on someone’s painting.
But today was no art show;
it was exactly the perfect summer wedding
that she had always pictured it in her mind.
She had always imagined getting married at night,
because everything is always instantly more beautiful during this time of the day.
Right now nothing could be more perfect,
than to be married to her high school sweetheart.
