There Was A Beach Wedding Going On, Too, Which Was Funny And A Little Bit Sad.

Yesterday, we ran, screaming, into the Atlantic Ocean.
(Here and now, running into an ocean isn't a metaphor for anything.)
And none of us cared if our swimsuits were falling off, or if we hadn't done laundry in two weeks, or if we were in love with too many people.
Because, even though we were freezing and a little bit broken, we couldn't stop laughing.
I hear that's a symptom of hypothermia.
But it's also a symptom of being entirely alive.