The wizard and I were walking past the bride’s room when
a shy young woman stepped out, alone, absent the usual entourage
of chattering, anxious girlfriends. It was an unusual moment.
She was obviously about to walk to Chapel Dulcinea to marry
the boy with whom she planned to spend the rest of her life.
(I call him a boy only because it has been my observation that little
girls grow up and become adults. Little boys merely grow taller.)
“This is the day?”
She nodded her head.
“What’s his name?”
“And your name is…?”
“Spelled with an e-y?”
She looked down and nodded, but glowed a little.
“We probably shouldn’t keep him waiting,
but I’d like to take your picture. Would that be okay?”
Lindsey lifted her eyes and smiled back.
“Good luck, Lindsey.”
And she turned and began
her journey through the cedars
on the campus of Wizard Academy.
Take care of her, Richard.
– Indiana Beagle
Like a coin, Ze Frank has two sides. Here’s the other one.
I’m not sure which one is my favorite.
Yes, I am. It’s this one.