the memories i have of that moment are hazy. the memories present themselves a certain way - and perhaps it's simply the photos that have shaped my memories, anyways. the sunset was red and and orange... really, that's all i can tangibly remember. the feelings - the words that came out of her mouth that dictated my feelings in that moment - are all creations of my mind; creations of memories after the fact. i remember all the lovely things - the couple taking wedding photos and the bride's squeal upon seeing them. the sight of browned bodies playing beach volleyball and the thoughts and feelings about my own body that each one of those bodies stirred. the way we stopped when we came upon the empty lot, and watched the sun go down. we stopped and commented on - or rather allowed ourselves to enjoy - the beauty of everything in that moment. the sights of the birds flying and the clouds moving, and the smell of the salt water and the sounds of cars and people laughing and the wind and waves crashing.
all of the things that a photo can't remind us of the things we elaborate on when we recall those moments.
all my moments with her went like that... with loud laughter. with the kind of hard laughter that you disregard volume and foolishness, to feel and allow yourself the complete and utter joy in the moment.