Night Magic for Believers

I officiated the wedding.

The bride was lovely

(her wedding dress had pockets! How cool is that!?)

the groom’s eyes shined when he looked at her.

`

People got a little teary

as they read their vows to each other.

The room was filled with friends and family.

The love and support was so present

it brushed against your skin

and thrummed in your ears.

`

As evening came, a small fountain-

lit amber and gold-

could be seen just outside the reception windows.

The water glittered and trembled,

a small set of lights making it shine the brighter

as the night grew darker.

`

Several children were at the wedding and,

as children do,

they were drawn to the fountain.

A small pathway of flagstones

set into the small garden

let them stand right at the edge.

`

They danced.

Throwing their arms up and out,

they leaped alongside the water.

Bright and ruffled dresses blew about them.

Curls tossed.

Eyes closed, they swayed about.

`

They posed for pictures.

They circled the small pond.

like moths they drew close,

retreated,

came back for more.

`

I went outside and watched.

The glittering sparkling water made

just a small shussshhhing noise as it rose and fell.

`

The smallest little girl

stood by me and we looked quietly for a moment.

I asked her “isn’t is beautiful?”

She solemnly nodded

said she’d never seen anything like it in her whole life.

“All 7 years?” I asked.

Again she nodded.

`

I reached out my hand

touched the falling spray, then drew it back.

I laughed and told her “look- my hands aren’t sparkly!”

She gave me a sideways glance

‘It’s just water. It’s not magic.’

`

Maybe not.

But for just a moment

it was magical enough

for both of us.

~~~

Comments always welcomed!