002- Arrival

We took the Elderado into the mountains for the wedding- red leather interior, an arrowhead hanging from the rearview. My hands around the steering wheel, emerald and gold on my fingers flirt with the sun as my other hand carries his. Our hair wild and matching cadence with the wind. Heads tilted back towards the sun, we snake through the valley. Khruangbin on the radio - heading west through the grand Appalachia.

Rambling on like wild honeysuckle on our way to House Boheme, exuberant in summer twilight, spilling out of the car as entangled lovers. We’re simply irresistible just like our destination. Greeted with Indian Hawthorne, vibrant rhododendron, and accents of tropical plants. Lush and striking.

The whole house illuminated in candle light, women drenched in fine silk and men showing off their grandfather’s leather boots. We danced to disco and free love as we sipped on smoky Mezcal and champagne. Wide grins and juicy red stained lips - we cheers to the good fortune and freedom to love openly. Here it’s always summer and it’s always hot, on the cusp of falling in love with yourself or your dance partner- free in mother nature. Every time the bass drops, the heart stops. We twirled out off the dance floor spilling into a patch of clover.

Here is where you know that you are loved and that your love is very much alive. Living infinitely; here, and in the hearts of those who surround.

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