by cheri block
Out on the beach with the stunning mountains of Maui rising in the north and Hawaiian music playing quietly in the background, a wedding was taking place, the vows exchange scheduled to coincide with the setting of an orange sun. The groom was wearing a light green Hawaiian shirt with sea turtles swimming on the front and back. The family members giggled at times, the after-effects of a pre-nuptial Mai Tai, perhaps.
We stopped to watch the ceremony somewhat nostalgically, remembering our honeymoon in Hawaii a long time ago.
The bride in a gorgeous white gown, escorted by her proud father wearing a suit, began her walk from the Mauna Lani Hotel pool to the beach and to all of those waiting with anticipation.
We, the uninvited, backed up onto the lawn to watch her come down the sandy aisle.
As she approached, the white of her gown contrasted the dark blue of her tattoos, which crept out of the bodice and then exploded like a paint ball all over her shoulders and back, disappearing again under the satin buttons on the back of the dress. She looked like a beautiful mermaid with chain mail for skin.
Oh, doesn’t she look radiant, like a 40’s movie star, so subtle, feminine, and sexy?