wedding dress


There it sits, in the corner waiting to be brought to life for just this one day. Some might see the dress as just that, a dress.. a lifeless collection of beautiful fabrics, but I believe it to be more. I believe that the dress takes life even before she steps into it. As it sits there on the hanger, much like a muse of sorts, all of the energy that is building in this anticipation becomes a part of it. The tears of joy and the laughter amongst old friends as they share years of memories together, this energy becomes a part of everything around it. So that moment, when she steps in, is actually a transformation of energy or a magnetic reconnection, like an aurora. She literally becomes electric, and she can not help being beautiful. Not because of the fabric, or the makeup, or the hair, but because this is it. This is when it all becomes real.