Weddings
Of the millions swirling between the stained-glass windows in the light, one danced past my eyes, caught in the warm beam. In it, I saw her, spiral upward, defying gravity, nothing can hold her back not even me. Perhaps grace and weightlessness meant letting her go. Like a mote, she marches down the aisle, defying gravity, in synch with the wedding song played on an old piano, she glances at me,…















