The Brides: Part 2

She will not be wearing Vera Lang or Marchesa, but a burqa. I wonder what she's thinking under all that fabric. How safe it is to witness the truth and lies in people's smiles without ever revealing your own. How powerful, too! To move about the world cloaked, concealed, insulated, beyond the influences of money and media, seeing much, revealing little. She is a study in stoic disposition, a woman waiting to be wed.

The Brides: Part I

She waits, the bride to be. Who knows what she contemplates; who dares to guess. From this side of the window looking ahead to the life that awaits her, I could tell her many things about marriage, both helpful and frightening. I could read her a newspaper article titled "Death Do Us Part." But none of it will make sense. Not from where she's sitting. I reckon she sees only blue skies ahead; I dare not guess. What do I know anyway, except today, outside her window, it's Autumn and there's an article in the paper about marriage; and a woman waits in a beautiful laced veil for her life to change.