Two very tall people are getting married today. The church is choked with their pink roses. All of their guests are wearing pastel; pastel heels, pastel ties. I did not get the memo and am consequently wearing gray. I feel like a storm cloud in a spring meadow. It is unclear what my role is today, but I was asked to stand at the entrance to the church, and because of that, I suspect my role might be: gargoyle.
