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.