Wedding

In Nashville, years ago, I chanced to stay at a magnificent hotel with shops, restaurants and rooms on the perimeter of an immense, skylighted atrium. I walked about and came upon a wedding party. The couple stood before the minister, attendants gathered around,  celebratory words were spoken, a bouquet was thrown, the couple and their retinue departed. I remained until the space was empty. Soon a modest wedding party entered. They moved quickly to the dais … words were hastily spoken, their wedding photographs were taken before the remaining arrays of flowers … and I recollected the words, “… something borrowed, something blue.”

Photo by Filipe Leme