This summer I did my first trip to Fire Island Pines to volunteer for the annual Pines Party —a weekend-long celebration on the beach and private house parties.
Where have I been all this time? Why did I self rejected from even doing a day trip? I am already 31 years old and I had rejected myself from paradise for so many years. The mind plays funny tricks…
One of the highlights of that trip was going to a house party near dusk. It offered its guests an open deck overlooking the Great South Bay. What a view! And the music! The DJ, playing over the deck, with the bay as her acoustical backdrop. The sun, perched over the horizon, was the disco ball.
At some point, a bevy of swans emerged from the horizon, waltzing towards us, as if entranced with the music, only to continue waltzing towards that magical sun, setting on the mainland.
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