The Flowering Arch

A man with grey hair pauses to rest in a vacant lot behind an old abandoned church. As he sits on a stone bench, a vision greets his eyes. He shakes his head, thinking he is dreaming. But, no. Why? Why him? Who is she? What does she want? Dressed all in white, a long flowing dress, looking like a Princess of yore, she is waiting, waiting just for him. She takes his breath away when she tells him.