A Rugby Wedding

An Excerpt:

Laughter rises to the tops of arching trees.

Howls from the curved throats of groomsmen cheer on the couple as they trace their steps back down the aisle.

Her steps remain poised, and his are, as always, eager and rushing. Rushing to get to forever, though forever started just a few moments ago. 

Her gentle flow follows his lead, a petal on the March wind that carries him.

He looks ahead, at all the people around him, blooming with the same love. She looks at him. You look through tears as you see him lost in her eyes again. They stop.

As the breeze picks up, he grabs her in his arms and runs. The grooms run too.

That’s a rugby wedding for you.

Nothing stands still for long.