In Central Park last year, I observed the bride’s costume and the groom’s coziness.
So many cameras, including mine, focused on them. The couple had their cameraman click their pictures. None – it was possible – had time for reflection.
Later, the couple – in some uncertain corner of their subconscious – were reflecting, perhaps: where they were, when this began, and how this would end.
But, they possibly refrained from fretting about past or worrying about future. They possibly accepted the reflections of the present.