In following the tradition of Clare we return again to three things:
1. Leaving for work in the dark, with the temperature around 48f and the sun just starting to rise behind the big hotels on the Strip directly in front of me. The large video screens are bright, showing food and entertainment options on three corners at the intersection where I wait for the light to change.
2. Most of our halls at work are empty, with the bridal show taking up about half of one hall upstairs. Downstairs it is quiet except for the hum of the lights, but I can walk amongst the booths and look at dozens of young models wearing yards and yards of satin and lace and tulle and silk and organza standing around and smiling.
3. Coming home in bright light, with the temperature up to 81f and a clear blue sky, the feathery acacia is blooming bright yellow around the yard. The big clump right next to our kitchen door fills the air with a sweet fragrance as I sit and have my afternoon coffee and read the newspaper.
And here is what the wedding show looked like. Lots of gowns, and shoes, and tiaras, and bridesmaid outfits and and and