The Wedding

The crazy sound of chitter chatter meets the clinking of crystal, as people raise their glasses to toast the newly weds.
Hefty laughter erupts as dialects are woven into one and conversation becomes the language of todays celebration.

Everything is elegant. Waiters serving onto plates that make very little sound, they slide seamlessly onto the tops of tables that house, cousins and second cousins, brothers and sisters, matriarchs and patriarchs, all mingling with friends of a bride and groom that are somehow, haloed among the blacks and greys, the floral dresses, white collars and splendid ties.

Heavenly breezes, slide off of faces as easily as the red wine, that slips down a pallet already reeling from exotic treats.  Look along the thatched roofs and St Peters rises to the clouds. A more fitting place could not capture such beauty as the beauty of the bride, that sunny day in Italy and the people sat amongst me.

Tony Dallas Copyright 2008