The Wedding

As I am walking down the aisle at the arm of my father, all I can feel is a sense of intense panic and eternity—beyond emotion. Inside, it’s blank.

The bagpipes stop. Everyone cheers, and I see the man I am about to marry, his face tense and warm. I turn around to see my brother sobbing, my dog freaking out, and the expressionless face of my mother, who, I can feel it, is beyond shock herself.

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There are too many emotions contained in a wedding for it to make any sense. So many themes, so much history that culminate into one fantastic sentiment that no one has ever truly been able to describe. Maybe after a few weeks, when I have metabolised some of it, I will be able to put words to the idea of the woman I was that day, that woman so far out of her centre, and yet so much herself.

Then maybe, I will be able to describe the sense of magic that events such as weddings ignite—heightening everything to a place of such pressure and fabulousness that one can understand all the dramas and disa…