Wind kicks up the water of Lake Eola into a pool of dark grey confetti as love reflects off all the people around me. Early dodgy weather has now settled into a cool, breezy evening. Strings of lights are sewn simply and perfectly through the gaining purple and orange twilight. Coupled with a dying sun, the lights shine preternaturally off the glass walls of downtown and every pair of eyes that I can see. Anthony and Irene’s wedding was beautiful and this reception somehow more so. 

Anthony’s father is talking excitedly and interestingly. For a second I am somewhere else. I let my spirit rest on the chilly breeze and time stretches its legs. I float in the ethereal comfort of the moment, aloft upon a once familiar feeling. I am truly happy for the love our friends have found in each other and it makes me grateful for the love I’ve been fortunate enough to experience. I release fragments of memory upon the wind and they waft away unhurried.

Chaotic energies in the universe sometimes settle themselves into these moments of perfect harmony. Thunderstorms occasionally become cool breezes at the perfect time and place. Two friends whose energies are undefinable bound their lives permanently together today; their ritual and celebration gave beauty and the memory of love to us all. I am thankful for that and I am thankful for them. 

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