Part ot the scene I just finished writing

The skirt of her dress looked like water swirling around her body, and the lace jacket reminded him of the foam that topped choppy waves. Everything about her radiated warmth, as if he were in a tropical ocean. He could almost feel the floor of the church rock gently. Or was that him. He was caught in a maelstrom of unfamiliar emotions. Finally, he was able to take a deep breath and the feeling slipped away like a wave pulling back from the sand. Am I going insane?

The rest of the wedding passed in a blur, with him wishing that someday he could get married. His bum leg twitched, then started aching. A firm reminder of what his future would be. And it didn’t contain a wedding or family, no matter how much he wanted those things.