the swing ball

on friday nights we meet on the riverbank and it feels like a different era.

i like to think of it as our little Turkey Point.

that little pink number in the second photo 
was certainly on fire this friday night.
funny thing is, her husband was sitting across from us
with his back turned to her and her dancing partner.
maybe he couldn't keep up and wanted her to have fun.
in the end, they left together, arm and arm.
all's well that ends well.

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