Tonight i attended the wedding of a couple young love birds whom I have never before met. arriving, everyone in the chapel seemed painfully stoic. The air was so stiff and the talk so withheld, I found myself wishing the ceiling would break free of the walls and spread it's wings and fly off into the hills, making way for the golden leaves to rush in to the chapel and cause a ruckus of sorts. something bright to liven the mood, ya know. my heart was beginning to harden towards the place and people and so i prayed that God would allow me to see the value in these strangers that he sees in them.
then as cliche as it is, chasing cars by snow patrol started playing and all the wedding stuff was happening and looking around, every one looked so intriquged so truly captured by this whole show of love. the walls were down within every one present watching these two lives become one bigger life, and it was cool how love could unite people like that.
every one was really happy after that and we all stepped on the flower petals and i learned that middle aged women are far more conversationally pleasant when paired with a little whine. ben was talking to me about my plans, "plans" come up so much and personally i think plans are a shitty concept and should be refrained from. hopes, perhaps. dreams maybe. want to's, will do's, not plans. anyways he told me that from experience its probably best to stick around at some communty college for a few years then head off anywhere else. then i didn't say anything and he looked at me a little harder and said, "but you know. get a scholarship. go anywhere." right on, boverton. it's refreshing to be reminded that age is just a number and that being golden doesn't fade, and that this Great love is so much bigger than any mistake, any silence, any boundary, and any opinion. it's undeniable, inevitable, an IN YOUR FACE kind of love. like the rain outside you can't avoid it, and even if you close your eyes you can still feel it on your skin and stuff.