Blount Winter Formal: Act IX

When they finally return, everyone salutes one another while still wearing their gallant gowns and snappy neckties. Hugs and good nights are made as they climb the stairs to find their appropriate rooms.

They meet one last time, this time outside in the gentle cold of the early winter air underneath the few twinkling stars. They are silent as they remember and think. Softly and content, she thanks him for the wonderful evening. He smiles and breathes a thanks in return.
As the two move about their places changing clothes and getting ready for bed, the stars and glitter of the night fall around their feet on their bedroom floors. Memories will fill their dreams and the angels will fill their hearts.

Read more »

Blount Winter Formal: Act VIII

Perhaps even too soon, the evening begins to fade away and they know that the stroke of their midnight is approaching. Their friends are growing tired, the songs are beginning to repeat, and they know that the time is fading. The rounds that it takes to get everybody together to be ready to go last long enough, and for that they share a few more turns across the floor, stealing away like shooting stars that can only last for a little while. At long last, all are ready. They walk out, him leading her by the arm as she holds her shoes in her hands. He takes off his own shoes as well just so that she is not alone. They step lightly and into the car and take ride home, gently dosing off all the way.

Read more »

Blount Winter Formal: Act VII

No matter what time they arrive at the dance location, they are always early, when the lesser songs of the list are playing and only a few poor souls are present, and none dancing. But they don't care - they're among friends! They dance and have fun just because fun can be had. They twirl and move and light up, and God help them for the photos that will be taken, but these are wonderful memories. As the night grows stronger, warmer, and faster, so do their dances. They loosen up, they learn one another's moves and styles, and they stop looking around at what others are doing. As the slow song comes on, he takes her hand in his own and moves her across the floor. They both look into one another's eyes as he tries to remember the words of the song and she giggles at his efforts and tries too. They hold one another and dance the night away.

Read more »

Blount Winter Formal: Act VI

The dinner is over, the pictures are taken. Now they are off and away into the night, off to the evening's true great spectacle: the dance. They are riding in cars once again with their friends and look out the windows wistfully. Neither knows really what to expect, but they've been waiting and looking forward to this night for some time now.

And it has only just begun.

Read more »

Blount Winter Formal: Act V

The dinner. It's a necessary ordeal in such an evening as this. They gather in the group, small talking and such. The girls coo about one another's dresses and make up. They have to divide the cars and rides amongst them, which is always a shuffle, but they don't mind. This is the social, the fun-loving. Let them do as they like. Now is their time to take pictures, make jokes, and bask in their friendship. This is their time.

Read more »

Blount Winter Formal: Act IV

They're ready. It's that moment just before they see one another. He is moving from foot to foot. She fiddles with her hands, her dress, anything. They worry of how they look, scoffing at odd choices they made in dress. But she is approaching, he is turning. In that simple, beautiful moment, they see one another for the first time for real.

Read more »

Blount Winter Formal: Act III

The sun has set, the pieces of the evening move together. Each one begins to start to get ready. They wash themselves, fix their hair, get their clothes situated. Mere hours are left until the big moment. The clock turns too quickly as their small, timid thoughts of the night begin to fill them.

On a sudden inexplicable whim, they pause in thought once, twice...then return to their duties.

Read more »

Blount Winter Formal: Act II

The time as the day grows conscious. It is too early to be worried, so now they simply wait. It is a little awkward together but mostly casual as they go about daily things. They hang out, laugh about things, but don't talk about the evening that awaits them. It is a secret, a holy thing. It must wait. So they both look at one another and know - but mustn't let its whispers be heard. And so they wait...a little more...

Read more »

Blount Winter Formal: Act I

They wake up on the big day, smiling at the sunshine which pours into their windows as the morning rises. The earth has awakened, and so have they, each in their own room and each thinking of the night ahead. They rise as well, and go cheerily about the necessary first actions to prepare themselves for all that lies before them...

Read more »