that time

When I walked out of the elevator in my silvery shoes and wind blown hair I heard Chopin being played on the piano in the lobby. Memories. Flooded. You played that same song when we were newly entwined.

And I thought of being here 18 months ago as we celebrated our son's wedding. The flowers. The food. The people. Always about the people.

Remember that time? Or those times? Where we notice the ornamentation in faces and experiences, not just in architecture and fancy things.

I remember.


Connie | March 10, 2012 at 10:27 PM


LisAway | March 11, 2012 at 8:53 AM

Such a lovely place and such lovely memories, old and new.

Kimmie | March 11, 2012 at 10:37 AM

You are SO extremely talented with everything and what a JOY it was to meet you! You perfectly described the moment and WOW, the photo is stunning that you took! SO excited to get to know you're one of those people that I want to be more fun, so real and one who brings JOY to others around you because of your smile and laughter!

wendy | March 11, 2012 at 11:52 AM

faces and experiences over architecture .....
even makes things MORE beautiful

wendy | March 11, 2012 at 11:52 AM
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Valerie | March 11, 2012 at 7:51 PM

It was nice to meet you last night and I'm glad you popped on to my blog and left a comment so I could come find your blog. :)

Barbaloot | March 12, 2012 at 8:02 AM

What wonderful memories! You have such a great way of writing/recording/expressing them!

Anonymous | March 12, 2012 at 4:42 PM

I love this. I love the love. I love the remembering. I can feel it and wrap it up around me like a warm blanket.

Gideon Burton | March 14, 2012 at 12:25 AM

Brilliant as usual!