Monday, January 25, 2010

Dancing at the Indianapolis Scottish Rite Cathedral



She hovered at the bottom of the stone steps as the sun’s final rays vanished behind the massive structure. Her eyes swept across the jutting spires, arched windows, and stained glass. The building was lovely, yet mysterious. As if to confirm her trepidations, the wind whipped her coat undone chilling exposed flesh. The ball gown was lovely, but not practical for a night such as this.

She ran to the door and heaved it open. Terrifying beasts cavorted around the lintel. Strange symbols ran along the ceiling once she had entered. Her heart beat fast. He was supposed to meet her in the lobby.

Suddenly the door creaked and a man entered. She sucked in her breath. Tall, dark, and handsome, wearing a black hat and elegant grey coat, he was everything she’d hoped for.

He smiled. “Are you..”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He took her hand and led her into the ballroom. The space was layered in warm wood graced with delicate paintings and fixtures. The band played soft inviting music. He took her into his arms and whirled her around and around. She looked up: a huge chandelier dripped sparkling light over them. Enchantment was in the air.

She gazed into his eyes, knowing this night would be magical.

And it was. Sigh.

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