Brides are eternal. Every bride who steps forward to her groom represents all brides who have ever done the same. At least, that is my theory why most of us smile at the sight of a lovely woman dressed to face her new life.
Yesterday Neal and I took a bike tour around Central Park. While the guide provided information about architecture, I could not take my eyes off this couple, stealing a moment alone among the crush of people enjoying the pretty weather. His tender gestures as he fussed with her hair, their kisses as they hid away behind the wall touched me. Their romance was one of the high points of a wonderful day in my favorite city.