Romance – Circling Back to the Source to be Renewed
The recent snow followed by a band of freezing rain left the branches glittering. The roadsides and paths were covered with crystalline confetti.
As if, Frost observed, “the inner dome of heaven had fallen.” It’s one of those things to be expected of a Yankee winter, when the world breaks in “with all its matter-of-fact about the ice storm.” For better or for worse.
But we didn’t start thinking along those lines of weddings and romance until we happened to look out the window as the full Snow Moon rose in the sky. The moonlight silvered the branches just long enough that, at first glance, it looked as if the sky held thousands of new stars. They glittered in the treetops, mixed with actual starry constellations. It made us think “this must be what the world looked like” to the ones who were here before us and electric lights.
For one brief shining moment the spell was cast. What timing!
As we come up on Valentine’s Day, with the whole month dedicated to romance, we remembered other magic moments – special “oceanside memories made in Maine” that had to do with the betrothed, the wedding mornings, the times-stood-still on the dance floor – a Pinterest scrapbook. And recalled so many anniversaries toasted here at Spruce Point, winging in like migrating birds who return with the seasons.
Indeed, the memories we have of these celebrations form a collection of curated experiences stored in a chapter we think of as “Romantic Spruce Point.” The simplest of such perfect moments are the ones you remember later, of the quiet love, the perfect day, the firelight under the stars, the way the sunlight caught your breath – and held your world in amber.
But romance is not only about planning the perfect wedding details. It’s an atmosphere spun of the spontaneous, nudged along its course by those who know where to find the perfect spot: the point on the Boothbay Land Trust trail where you first see the water, the time of day to turn your chairs to catch the sunset over the harbor from your porch, the quietest time at Cellardoor Winery when your tasting might turn out to be just for two.
Certainly the masterpieces of romance are the weddings, orchestrated down to the smallest details: a sprig of herbs, ribbons that match bridesmaids dresses, that carefully-rehearsed first dance, the departure by sailboat, classic roadster — or bicycle.
But romance is revealed in the glance, the light, the quicksilver moment. Like those icy “stars.”
And the impression, like the love, lasts a lifetime. Forever circling back to its source to be renewed.
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