Julie and Tom were married on a day in June in an orchard in the hills above the town of Hood River. The Columbia River shone in the distance; Mt Hood glistened bright with snow; fruit ripened quietly and fiercely on the trees; and the sun sat big in the sky. When the lovely couple said I do, the crowd cheered and cried and laughed and hugged. After they kissed, they skipped through a fury of bubbles and love and finally they were married. That evening, the bride and groom kissed in front of fruit crates and pink-cloud skies; they danced on the lawn in front of the lantern-lit house; and they held hands as they walked down orchard aisles. The band played the Beatles and kids ran around like airplanes through the grass; people drank Pabst and stood in awe of all the Oregon beauty. At the end of the night, after the sun had set and left the sky purple and black, the party was still going strong, the lights were still bright through the trees, and Julie and Tom were surrounded by it all:::two hearts beating as one.