It was deep, the red to my sugar flowers as well as the thought of my wedding 14 years ago. I was also clad in deep red, as red as the petals of the roses I was making for the bride. Moments passed in dejavu and beautiful memories reinstated just the way I remembered them last. Love music played through out our brief presence in the hall that afternoon. Familiar tunes recaptured the initial feeling of marital bliss. A feeling we sometimes neglect to summon into our hearts.
I am just glad I still remember. I am glad it is still there.