The warm, misty October Saturday still manages good enough behavior for the grand wedding feast by the sea. The resort hugs the shoreline of the cove, wrapped by the arms of land on the left, and a long slender island on the right, all covered in tall grasses. The wedding party up in the pavilion carries on.  The water invites a young couple out onto a dock. They awkwardly descend in their fine clothes, as the girl scrambles down in her stiletto heels. As the dock breaths up and down slightly, they walk with bent knees to accommodate the motion. They pause in this perfection, turn towards each other, and hold hands as her mother asks for a photo pose. There they are, outstretched arms, smiling at each other adoringly. Or not. Is it just a pose? A little stiffness in the arms, a little smirk in the smiles? Do they really adore each other? The breeze furls her long hair as the water slaps against the dock. The aroma of garlic and fish and roasted beef mix with the salty air. Time to retreat back to the gathering. The heels click along the boards as the girl twitters about the difficulty of walking. The moment comes to a close.