On the coast of New York there is a secret jungle called Fire Island. With summer in full swing, Louis and Eric welcomed friends and family into their home. A pristine view of the bay would serve as a backdrop for their intimate ceremony. Their family had been there the day before helping to set up. There was time in the early afternoon to follow the narrow boardwalks out to the beach, being congratulated all along the way. Back at their home the airy sounds of a string quartet and the gentle waves hitting the docks laid the soundtrack as a boat far in the distance was making its way toward land. “It’s them!” a guest cried out. Climbing ashore, the grooms waved to their applause. Through laughter and tears the humidity rose. Dock boards shook with dancing into the night. A ferry boat ride in the dark, and it all felt like a dream… —m
